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 Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 10:52 pm
Located far back behind Black Creek, up a long twisting dirt road and past several long abandoned fields is the Jacobi place. Mostly run down, an entire section of wall has fallen down but thick brush and rock block any entrance from that side. Two stories it has several small rooms and a large porch looking down the slopping hill to the broken down barn and grain silo. Out back behind the house about half an hour away is a modest sized lake that seems to have stayed pretty pure throughout the years. There is a cellar that is accessible through an ordinary looking cabinet in the wall beneath the stairs. It also has an entrance from the outside but it can only be opened from those within. This place is fairly well defended with the hill it's on providing a perfect view down the small valley. Outside of the small split rail fence that encloses the yard sits a trio of large trucks. Should the group have to bail out fast they are loaded and ready to go.
Facilities
Infirmary
Workshop
Kitchen
Storage
Radio Room
Research room
Resources
Guns
Ammo
Melee Weapons
Construction tools/supplies
Doctor
Current Occupants
Issac Warren, Doctor
Felix Marston, Stray
Cecilia Maverick, Scout
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 2:18 pm
 It had only been a week and a half that he was with this group of gun happy idiots but it felt longer than that. Though the drunken rabble got on his nerves nearly every second he was in their presence he was grateful for their aid. He was a benefit to them as well however he was not as happy about this as they were. He heard gunshots frequently and he knows at some point one of them would get another or themselves shot and he'd have to use their precious resources to heal their stupid asses. Leaning on the desk in the research room the doctor rubbed his temples. It was silent for now but it only made him more stressed. It was not common for these people to be this quiet, especially when he was the resident super star the first day until the initial excitement of having someone with medical skills around died away. Even if this silence was short lived he would take it for as long as he had it. His head was throbbing. Though they had some pills he refused to use them. Issac sighed and pushed up from the desk and moved over to his most recent research. The greatest benefit of having gun happy idiots around was a never ending supply of bodies to research on. He has yet to observe someone turning and all that is involved properly. Weeks before he'd seen how the infection developed but he was unaware of what was going on and thus didn't really put much attention on it. Now he wish he had, it would make this so much easier. He settled on the hard stool and looked over his notes from earlier. It was the same rambling scribbles he put each day. No change. All test negative. Inconclusive results. Poor test subject. blah. blah. blah.... He sighed and leaned back rubbing his head. The headache was getting worse and it was not helping his mood in the least. He slammed the notebook closed and moved away to his equipment. Taking up a few vials he mixed a new solution, a concoction of reused medicines and new mixtures of his own. A cage rattled near him with a rat he'd caught that morning. He saw the vermin trying to get into the small ration of food he held in his room. They were a bother to have around but perfect for testing. It was apparently still unethical to test on live humans. Perhaps a few more weeks will loosen the morals of his residents. If not he could try and loosen it for them. It was a delicate position for him to be in. The risk of getting shot was too high for him to push his luck. For now. Hopefully someone would get sick beyond his ability to heal them and he could use their corpse or dying body to try his "cures" on. For now...it was just rats. He removed the rag and the rat turned and hissed at him. His face was blank as he slipped on the leather glove and reached in not being gentle with the rodent as he pulled it out. It tried hard to bite him and escape but to no avail. With practiced speed he attached him to what looked like a mini torture device and began to work on testing. Hours later after observing the rat he let out a frustrated grunt and threw the rat out with the others in the designated dump site for his experiments. Can't have rotting flesh attracting anything. He wouldn't put it past his resident idiots to want that to happen. They loved using the walking dead as practice. It crossed his mind once or twice to lure in one so he could cut it open and look at their brain. It is hard to do so though when their brains are blown out each time and if they are not the thing doesn't sit still. It's a lose lose situation. In the corner was a softer recliner. He moved it there to relax in when he became too stressed from his failed experiments. Just like today. He flopped down and laid his head back, eyes closed and tried to gather his thoughts. Opening his eyes he stared at the ceiling blankly as he went slowly over the events of the past three weeks. He couldn't believe all this had happened. He pulled out his phone. It's been dead for weeks but he still hoped by some miracle he could hear from his wife. From anyone. Though with how crappy everything had been he was convinced that the chance of those he knew being alright was slim to none. Especially because many of his friends are doctors and the bulk of these outbreaks would start there. He sighed. Closing his eyes again he tried to sleep for a moment to clear his head. Hopefully they wouldn't need him for at least an hour or else he'd screw their needs and take a few pain killers to stop this pressing migraine. 
What is your problem:no one
I'm fine:Frustrated
Let me check:Hey ya'll enjoy <3
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MysticHoneyRose Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 4:54 pm
 ★XXLᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Research Room★XXCᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: Doctor "Frankenstein" Warren★XXHᴇᴀʟᴛʜ: ██████████★XXSᴛᴀᴛᴜs: hungry and hungover...★XXIɴ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴ: What a night...★XXWᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: Momo★XXOoc: (( o.o here's to hoping I did this right. ))XXXXXXXXXXXXX___________________________________________________________________"Not your average fairytale..."______ 
Morning... Oh God, was it that time already?
Somewhere in the disheveled expanse of the old, run-down Jacobi place, a young woman named Cecilia woke up, opening her eyes to the sight of a dimly lit and less than immaculately clean room for what felt like the millionth time that week. Every morning it happened this way - back and shoulders stiff from uncomfortable bedding, thin rays of sun peeking through the firing slots in the boarded up windows, watching the unnecessarily copious amount of dust particles dance through the bright morning beams...and then she remembered. It was like waking up from a nightmare to find out you had gone to hell. She believed the expression was, "out of the frying pan and into the fire" or something like that. The days had already become little more than hastily scratched tally marks in the notebook resting in her pack as it was; by now, she was up to thirteen...one less than two whole weeks in this mess but, this nightmare wasn't just a dream anymore. It was her life or at least whatever was left of it after the whole damn world seemingly fell to pieces. There was no more starbucks coffee in the mornings or pedicures at the local salons. There was no more zumba at the gym or late night dancing at the many nearby clubs in the city. No kiddies, she certainly wasn't in Kansas anymore. This dusty old room in this rickety old house on top of the hill, this was her life now and, seeing as how there weren't too many options readily available to her anymore...she supposed all she could do was suck it up and move on.
With a reluctant groan, Cecilia sat up feeling the familiar aches shoot down her neck and spine, reminding her of how much she really missed her fluffy, feathered-down mattress from back home. Those had been the good old days, like sleeping on a cloud. What she wouldn't have given for just one night's sleep on one of those beauties again. It would have been pure heaven, she thought but it was too late for all of that now. Blinking her long black lashes a few times to allow her gaze to readjust, Cecilia made an effort to glance around the room only to become suddenly aware of the sickeningly dull, throbbing pain pulsating just behind her bright blue eyes. Instantly, she pressed a hand to her forehead with a disgusted grimace. Hangovers...They were the worst. The previous night was mostly a blur to her now but it must have been pretty interesting for her to feel this bad. She remembered it starting with knocking back a few drinks with some of the guys but after that...the details were a bit too fuzzy to tell. Something about a top hat and a hotdog came to mind but she couldn't determine whether that had any truth to it or whether it had been simply imagined through some dizzying intoxicated daydream. Feeling her stomach churn, Cecilia decided it was best she get a move on. Crawling over to the nearest piece of furniture, she used it to drowsily hoist herself up, the pressure she put on her muscles making her headache only flare up more fiercely. Bare feet pressed down on the cool floor below and she took a breath. One step down...an immeasurable amount more to go. She supposed this morning wouldn't be a complete failure if only she could get over the feeling of wanting to heave whatever she had eaten in the past twenty four hours.
Shuffling towards the door, Cecilia pried open the handle and peeked out into the hallway. The house seemed eerily quiet, more so than usual and for a moment she fancied that everyone had simply up and left her in the middle of the night. "Mother f*ckers..." she grumbled to herself as she narrowed her eyes. Waking up with a hangover did nothing for her mood. Pausing only long enough to pick up Momo, the steel pipe, who had been lazily leaning against the door frame, she made her way out into the hall, her golden pigtails still bouncing in their natural curls on her shoulder as she tried to find someone who might wake up long enough to make her breakfast. She was famished. She had made it about half way down the hall before the thought that her clothes felt a bit loose crossed her mind. Glancing down, she saw the reason why. The snug jeans and tanktop that she had been clad in the night before had been somehow replaced by a pair of her shorts and a shirt that she did not recognize, likely belonging to another resident of the house. Brows furrowing, a curiously puzzled look crossed her expression as she wondered just at what point during the night had she decided that it was a good idea to change clothes...and more importantly...where the hell were the ones she had been wearing? She had been quite fond of those jeans. Hopefully, they would turn up somewhere or perhaps even on someone. That would have been a hysterical delight. Propping the steel pipe on top of her shoulder, Cecilia decided it was best just to carry on at this point. Her clothes would turn up sooner or later and worrying about them was only making her feel worse. Her headache was getting stronger by the second and if she didn't get some water or something in her stomach, it wasn't going to be pretty for anyone. As her naked feet padded across the floor, she listened for any sound that might clue her in to someone's location and for some time...there was nothing. Surely they weren't all still sleeping or worse, had gone out to scavenge or explore, leaving the place totally abandoned with her still in it. If those lugheads thought she'd look after the place all by herself then boy did they have another thing coming! Her grip on Momo subconsciously tightened and for the briefest of seconds a furious spark flickered in those watery orbs but then she heard it. The sound of a big fat rat squeaking in a frightened panic was practically unmistakable and Cecilia cast her eyes in the direction of the houses "research room", her gaze softening slightly as she did. So Doctor Frankenstein was awake, was he? She should have guessed if anyone was up and about it was him. She couldn't say she knew whether or not the man ever slept at all, when she stopped to think about it. The world was going to hell and he was still the only workaholic that she knew. It was almost humorous actually but people did whatever they could to cope, she surmised...In Celia's case, this was having the time of her life and drinking way too much to remember it the next day and for him it was...research and rats, she supposed. What a dreadful way to spend your last years on earth. Oh well, it was his life.
For a moment, Cecilia shifted in her place as she weighed the pros and cons of going to interrupt the good doctor. He wasn't exactly the most friendly of the bunch and more often than not he only threw something in her general direction and told her to get out so he could focus on his work but he was a doctor and if anyone in the house could cure such a b*tch of a hangover, she assumed it would have been him. Closing her eyes for a moment, she tried to steady herself and took another deep breath. Someone would have to remind her never to do this to herself again. Granted, she really couldn't remember all of what had happened last night to know what she had done to herself but regardless the results were far from pleasant. Maybe whomever had her clothes could tell her what happened though, if they had been a part of the revelry, she somehow doubted it. After a second or two of more stalling and arguing if getting something thrown at her was worth going down to try to coerce a cure out of the good man, she finally decided to swallow her pride and get it over with. Perhaps, if there was a God, this would be one of his good mornings...Hah! That was laughable. Did he even have good mornings? She couldn't ever recall seeing him smile, much less portray himself as being in a "good mood". Turning on her heels, she headed down the new path towards the door of the house's research room - not a place she typically visited unless she needed to. Research just wasn't her thing as one may say.
It wasn't long before she came within feet of the door and paused, listening for any sign of life within. It was silent, but not abandoned. The doctor wouldn't have been able to leave the room so quickly without her seeing it. Stepping lightly on her toes, she crept towards the door, not wanting to let on to her presence just yet. Perhaps if she could peek inside without him noticing, she might be able to observe him long enough to tell whether bothering him was worth the effort. As she approached the door, she placed a hand on the knob and gave it a painfully slow turn and once she was sure the trigger had cleared the lock, she gave it a light push and peeked through the crack. Inside looked as normal as it usually did, a chaotically organized mess of papers and files filled with information that Cecilia never understood. On desktops she could see beakers, vials, and other meager glassware that the good doctor used to mix medicines and chemicals when he needed to and she was sure she could spy an array of medical devices even though she had absolutely no idea what they were called or what they were used for. She really wasn't sure she would want to know even if she had the chance to learn. Zombies she could do any day but people...those took something a little more special from her. Turning her eyes towards the opposite corner, she spotted the good Doctor lounging in his typical spot looking a little rough around the edges if she did say so herself. His eyes were closed and his eyes slightly sunken and he didn't look like he was honestly feeling any better than herself but, what was most important was that it seemed he was enjoying a moment of peace and quiet to reflect upon his thoughts and concerns and blah blah blah...How adorable. As her azure eyes took in the sight of him, a fiendish little smirk played across her delicate lips. Silly man...didn't he know that there was never a moment of peace when she was around? Well so long as he was sitting back and relaxing, she thought, there was no reason she shouldn't try to aid in comforting him, right?
Stooping down close the the floor, she slowly and quietly pushed the door open further and crept inside. With her bare feet, she hardly made any noise as she slipped towards the relaxing medic and attempted to slide behind his cozy chair. She couldn't tell if he knew she was there or not and might have been terribly disappointed if she had stumbled and ruined her clever surprise but as soon as she thought she was in the clear, her smirk grew more feisty and she leaned down close to his ear and whispered seductively with an ever so slight giggle of amusement in her tone, "Good morning, Doctor. I'm here for my check up~"
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 9:32 pm
  What is a man if not the sum of his memories, a wise fictional man once said that to the teen it was one thing that was reflected upon because a man's memories is just that the sum of everything he's done in his life. Would this man be anything if he had not retold his story so that millions would know and he would live forever in history which another wise man once said what we do in life echoes in eternity. What was it with fictional people having such wise words that would inspire generations of people who sat down and watched them though now most of those who once watched them were now zeds or too afraid to think straight. But it wasn't like anyone would forget the words of someone wise and fictional no that was just silly oh wait forgot the people that now surrounded the teen were nowhere near intelligent well ninety-eight percent of them were the other two percent were probably able to remember where they put their gun. Gosh that was a fun episode of them blaming him for stealing their gun when clearly his hands were tied and why would he want their gun anyway it was probably poorly taken care of as well as being poorly sighted. Sometimes he wondered how they hit anything at all but then again when you are point-blank shooting how can one miss okay it was fairly easy to miss a moving target even if it is about to eat your face. Most of them resorted to bashing the zeds in the head instead of shooting them which clearly was the better idea but the teen couldn't complain he barely saw the sun anyways as they couldn't trust him.
Oh golly gee they couldn't trust the teenager who clearly was not trying to do anything but more than ninety percent of these men were intoxicated at time and the rest were paranoid he was not so sure about the damsel. She seemed swell not that he chatted with her often enough anyway the others did not seem to fancy the idea nor of him being in the same room as if he was diseased or something. Go figure, nothing ever changes when drunk men run into an albino and can't make heads or tails of why the kid has red eyes so what do they do tie him poorly to a chair and hide him away with the loony doctor who likes rats! Another person that the teen seemed to annoy just by breathing he swore that is all he did half the time and the guy was threatening him in one way or another without caring for the fact he was just breathing its not his fault if it bugs the b*****d. Doctor Touchy was just not the kind of person the teen could handle being around for long periods of the day unless most of the time either of them were asleep then again the Doctor still found something to complain about. Speaking of Doctor Touchy, with a loud slam the white haired teen jerked awake causing stiff muscles to scream in agony from being jostled even the slightest inch god did that man have horrible bedside manner. Groaning softly Felix shifted in his bounds which was rope that covered a good portion of his upper body while his hands were cuffed tightly behind the chair with real cuffs must have picked them up from a cop or something, assholes.
Felix huffed a laugh at the thought that cuffs, real or not, were going to stop him from getting the hell out of this place cause he seriously did not want to be here at all it would be easier on all of them if he could just go on his merry way. Crimson eyes watched the doctor closely he studied him as often as the man studied his test subjects which luckily had yet to become himself he was not a fan of being prodded at even more so by someone like this guy who had a few screws loose. Titling his head lightly as the Doc basically flopped into the comfy recliner in the corner of the room his head tilted even more so as the Doc pulled out his phone " What's up, Doc? Expecting a call?" Crimson eyes watched the man carefully fully away of the fact that he had little chance of avoiding anything thrown at him unless he put the effort into moving the wheels of the chair as the assholes were nice enough to tie him to a wheelie chair. Suddenly his attention was drawn away from the doctor and towards the door as he noted it moving oh my it seemed the dame came to play Felix expected it had to do something with helping her hangover. He was no mind reader or anything but he knew a creature of habit better than anyone as a plus with growing up in the midst of mafia men was that one learned to watch his surroundings. Tuffs of silvery white hair drifted in front of his crimson vision as he watched what was going on leaning forward against his bounds as he struggled to try and hear what she was saying sadly he could not hear what she said but her tone spoke volumes.
It was not hard to hear her voice to say the least in the quiet that hung in the air around them something Felix had just taken notice to this it was a little odd not to hear yelling or gunshots. Maybe the meatheads went out to do something useful or maybe they were still asleep from getting drunk last night who knew but Felix did notice one thing the dame was not really wearing her clothing or at least he was pretty sure that's not what she normally would wear. As much as he would love to assume to be the expert on all things people he was trapped in a room with a crazy doctor he really just wanted to go outside seriously just to breath some fresh air that is all the poor man wanted. A soft chirp emitted from his watch it was small but it let him know the time as well as it was getting to be a while since he messed with his contacts which reminded him they were starting to hurt blinking a bit to refresh his eyes he looked back at the scene before him with a slight tilt to his head. " Come here often? Cause I must say the Doctor here is a little touchy I bet I could do a better job than Doctor Touchy over there." Felix's tones were confident in the way he spoke to her cause hell she wasn't the first woman he has talked to and she sure as hell won't be the last then again zed girls really weren't chatty and often fell apart at the littlest things. This was not Felix's first rodeo and he was sure as hell ready for whatever came his way may that be UFO or some red flag worthy action he was ready or he sure as hell thought he was.Armed to the Teeth and then Some
On the Frontline: Research room
Within the confines: That was one hell of a wake up call
Stepping on thin ice: Drowsy, Sarcastic, So Very Teenager
People who I'll never know: Doctor Touchy, and the Blond Dame
It's just a scratch: Besides bruised everything, a slightly sensitive lip, and dry eyes not much
In that jumbled mess: Contact case with extra pair of contacts : Glasses Case with his transition glasses : 3x Granola bars : 2x Candy bars : Oil for his chains : Small first aid kit
Written in blood: Hope this is okay with ya'll ^^ This is how we planned him to be around the gun guys in the first place Felix is not a willing member <3
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WinchestersAngel67 Vice Captain
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MysticHoneyRose Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 11:30 am
  Issac stirred when the door opened but he kept his eyes shut hoping they'd just leave him be. But that was wishful thinking. He had to remember where he was and who he was with. These people were like leaches, wanting to get something from him. For what reason they wished to bother him so constantly he didn't want to know. He wasn't a pleasent person by far and even threatened death on various occasions to those who really grated on him. He was a doctor yes but he was not against taking a life. The laws and morals of the world before no longer applied. For all he cared this world was free game to those like himself who before was restricted by the morals and codes that the human race had built up after many years. For a while he had been mostly alone to do his crazy work and it seemed that work he did also kept others at bay. They called him crazy, frankenstein, and a list of other names that painted him as a little loose in the brain. He didn't care. In fact he'd agree with them. After everything went to hell he did lose a bit of himself. Who didn't. Anyone who said they had it all together was either lying or was so gone they couldnt' tell which way was up any more. When he heard nothing he sighed hoping whoever opened his door had left. A smile was forming before the soft whisper of the lovely Cecila came to his ear. The smile faded and he grimaced. Sitting up he turned to look at her with a harsh glare. "Not now"he said getting up and ignored the captive who the others had so kindly left with him. He didn't care much for the babysitting job he was saddled with. He gave him more trouble than he needed and with the migrane he had at the moment, for all he cared he wasn't in the room. "I don't have time for this and I'm sorry but it is your fault you got drunk. I'm not wasting any more on you or the others."he said leaning on the counter and rubbed his forehead. "If I have to deal with a migrane then you have to as well."he grumbled then gave her another glare, eyes blood shot. The doctor shook his head and turned away. He didn't want this right now. If he could he would shove them both out but that would only give him more trouble and he did not want to deal with that. The severity of his migrane suggested he'd pass out if he added more stress. Silence passed between the three for a moment, of which he was grateful for before he sighed. He WAS a doctor after all. Even if he hated someone with every fiber of his being he would still want to help. Thats what he was doing after all. Not like any of these idiots would even notice. All this experimenting wasn't for his enjoyment or a way to cope. He was looking for a cure. A cure to return life to normal and so he could find his wife of whom he was convinced was dead. Even so he felt that he'd need closure. A cure was not even close to being found. Rats were not a good test subject. He needed a Zed. But getting one alive was difficult and the gun happy idiots never gave him a chance. Heck, he'd take someone living to infect them but again, gun happy idiots...ya.... "Look...I can't help you beyond recommending water. Hangovers are from dehydration though I'm sure you knew that. As we don't have much of that you'll have to take what you can and deal with it..I'm sorry"he said calmly though there was a part to his tone that was not in the least bit kind or caring. His heavy lidded eyes stared at her before moving to the end of the counter, using it as a brace. Opening a drawr he pulled out a little burner that could hold a small can. He used this to boil water though it was a bit older. "Though..if you want my medical opinion on this..I suggest not getting so damn drunk every night like an idiot"he added, this time with much more venom. He slammed the burner on the table which made even himself flinch. God this migrane was bad. Just another place to rot:research room
What is your problem:no one(of importance to him) literally: the captive idiot he couldn't "experiment" on and Cecilia.
I'm fine:Frustrated and then some
Let me check:oh god I love you people <3
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 4:59 pm
★XXLᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Research Room★XXCᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: Doctor "Frankenstein" Warren and a Captive Thief★XXHᴇᴀʟᴛʜ: ██████████★XXSᴛᴀᴛᴜs: hungry and hungover...★XXIɴ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴ: What a night...★XXWᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: Momo★XXOoc: (( lol AND WE LOVE YOU! I totally messed up my posts for a minute there but I fixed them! ^,^ ))XXXXXXXXXXXXX___________________________________________________________________"Not your average fairytale..."______
The reaction from the doctor was nearly exactly how she had imagined it. In one fell swoop, whatever illusion of peace and relaxation the man had created for himself had been shattered by the evidence of her presence within his little medical sanctuary that he called his own. Watching his eyes shooting open, wide and alert, Cecilia leaned back, propping her pipe wielding hand upon her rounded hip with a devious smirk. The abrupt glint of surprise on his face as he leaped nearly three feet away from her was all the gratification that she needed to feel amused. Cecilia wasn't good for much around here but at least the people were able to provide her with laugh from time to time to keep her from completely wanting to off herself altogether. Just as she had expected, however, the moment was short lived as the man's expression quickly changed from slight surprise to cold-hearted callousness. Ah~, typical Doctor Warren...never a moment of weakness with him. "Not now." the doctor immediately responded, voice a menacing mix between a growl and a grumble as he pushed himself out of his seat and forced his way across the room. Cecilia wasn't an expert on health but, if she didn't know any better, she'd say the good doctor wasn't feeling too great himself this fine morning.
"I don't have time for this and I'm sorry but, it's your fault you got drunk. I'm not wasting any more on you or the others. If I have to deal with a migraine then you have to as well." Doctor Warren spouted his usual rambling of pitiless denial and determined insults. All of it was well and good and Cecila, of course, took none of it to heart. This was normal for the Doctor as far as she was concerned. She doubted he had ever been one to enjoy her company anyway but, truthfully, that was part of the fun. Had she honestly expected to receive any help from the man? Certainly not but at least he wasn't throwing anything at her to get her to leave. That was a nice touch. Mocking a slight pout, Cecilia crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one side, her golden pigtails bouncing like springs on either side of her rosy pink cheeks as the man took a moment to pause, leaning against a nearby counter top. Between his icy glares and sighs of reluctance, Cecilia took time to notice a few particular aspects of his behavior this morning that she found quite intriguing. His posture was slumped and his step was slow and slightly labored, indicating possible exhaustion and his blood shot eyes and the dark rings beneath him were clear signs that he had probably not been sleeping well, if at all, for the past several days. Cecilia certainly hadn't missed the comment about his own migraine problems and, if his agitated attitude had anything to do with anything, she was willing to bet that he was suffering from great stress and fatigue. Cecilia frowned. A tired, stressed out doctor was no good to their team. If a man continued on that way, his condition would worsen, possibly turning into full blown paranoia or psychosis and that would not have been in the Doctor's benefit at all. Of course...Cecilia could have been wrong. She wasn't one who was educated in the medical field but if there was one thing she did know, it was people and behavioral patterns and she'd say the doctor was definitely in need of a break and plenty of rest.
"Look... I can't help you beyond recommending water."Warren finally spoke after a moment, causing Cecilia to snap out of her metaphorical "profiling mode" back into reality in a blink of her big, blue eyes. "Hangovers are from dehydration, though I'm sure you knew that. As we don't have much of that, you'll have to take what you can and deal with it...I'm sorry." Cecilia frowned. Deal with it? Well that certainly hadn't been the answer she had been wanting to hear. She wasn't usually one to just "deal with" things that she didn't like. Putting up with things was just resigning to being unhappy with them and rolling over and taking it just wasn't her style...Still, that wasn't to say she didn't understand why the Doctor insisted that she do so. Medicine wasn't something they had a lot of around here and neither was food and water. They would need to ration it as much as possible and she supposed hangovers just weren't on the list of things to use it for. "Hmph...well fine." she resigned, dropping her arms back down to her side and pursing her plump pink lips together. She wasn't happy about it but it had to be so and she might have just shrugged and walked out of the room at that point...if the doctor hadn't had to open his big mouth again. "Though...If you want my medical opinion on this...I suggest not getting so damn drunk every night like an idiot." The callous words left the doctor's lips in a disgruntled grumble and floated through the air right into Cecilia's emotionally sensitive ears and, as if some light switch had been flipped in her head, Cecilia's slightly displeased demeanor disappeared, leaving in its wake a darker shadow lurking in the bright eyes of their lovely hostess. An idiot? Just who did this *sshole think he was talking to?! The sh*t she had seen; the sh*t she had done! Any man with two sense would know not to call a woman who had a reputation for being a bit kill-happy an idiot. That was like tapping at a bomb with a hammer - not a clever idea. Though her expression was entirely vacant, Cecilia could feel her grip tightening around her beloved pipe Momo as her eyes stayed locked on to the back of the rude doctor's head. She was weakened from her hangover but not an invalid and she could see it all play out in her mind, smashing her favorite toy against the jerk's skull hard enough to fracture the bone at least. She could see the daydreamed blood spatter across the walls and hear the cry of anguish as she gave him a real reason to have a migraine...but luckily for him, the fantasy was interrupted before she could find it enticing enough to act upon it as a second voice from the corner of the room suddenly spoke up with a snarky sounding "Come here often?."
Blinking wildly in new found astonishment, the darkened glare in Cecilia's eyes vanished just as quickly as it had come and she glanced around the room, caught a little off guard by the sentient voice that she had not been expecting. Another man? What the hell! Had there really been another person in the room the whole time and she just...didn't notice? Purse lips parted slightly as she made a full turn around and, sure enough, sitting in the corner, roped from shoulders down was a pale-haired young man with eerily discolored eyes, wearing a smug smirk and looking all too comfortable with himself for Cecilia's personal taste. So there had been someone there. How had she not noticed? You're slacking, Cici... she thought to herself, mentally sighing at her own incompetence. This hangover is really getting the better of you. If that had been a walker, you would have been gone for good." A slender blonde brow quirked as she looked the boy up and down. She had seen him only once before when he had first been caught trying to "steal" from their gun supply. That's what the others said at least and, of course, they hadn't given the boy even a moment to explain himself before roping him up like an animal and sticking him...well, here. apparently. She hadn't gotten more than a moments glimpse of him that time but now that she saw him up close, she noted that he certainly didn't look all that normal. His eyes were bright red, like some demon from a comic book and his skin was so pale, he might as well have been a vampire...still, there was something about him that Cecilia liked. Perhaps it was his oddities that she found somewhat comforting. He looked like a freak...just the way she felt most of the time. Perhaps part of her was even a little jealous that she just couldn't show it like this boy could. Wasn't the world just cruel that way, she thought as the boy opened his mouth to speak again. "Cause I must say, the Doctor here is a little touchy. I bet I could do a better job than Doctor Touchy over there." The boy foolishly boasted, that little grin on his face expanding even wider. Cecilia tilted her head, her golden blond pigtails tilting with her as her own smirk played its way across her lips. "My. my...Look what the cat dragged in." she commented coyly, temporarily forgetting the unpleasant doctor behind her and concentrating on her new target - the thieving captive. In a matter of steps, she found herself in front of the lad, leaning forward with one hand braced on the back of the chair just over his shoulder and the other still propped on her hip, Momo close at hand. Her face inches away from the stranger's Cecilia examined him closely as if he were some sort of painting that she found quite fascinating. He certainly didn't act like the rest of these yahoo's around here. Perhaps he might have been good for something if the morons played their cards right. Then again, she was really the expert on people. The rest of them mostly just seemed to care about shooting things in the face...or rats and intangible cures in the Doctor's case.
"Is that so?" Cecilia inquired, a slight giggle to her tone as she turned her bright blue eyes upon the boy's deep red ones, hardly blinking as she gazed deep into the void of his soul. This boy was rather bold for someone in his position and by "position", she meant "tied to a chair at the mercy of his captors". Truthfully, she kinda liked it. It was about time she met someone with real balls around this place. "Well, you've got it all wrong kid." Cecilia cooed, her body and voice taking on its natural seductiveness as it usually did when she was playing her little games. Without warning, she straddled the boy's lap and put both her hands on either of his shoulders. It wasn't an uncommon gesture for her, just a way to speak one on one with a person without allowing them to get distracted by outside forces. Him being bound to the chair just made it all the more easy for him not to deny her. "Touchy is just the way that I like them." she confided with a playful wink before turning her gaze back to the doctor as if to say, "that's right. I'm talking about you!" "He's just grouchy because his pet rats keep dying on him and he hasn't had his morning coffee yet" she commented nonchalantly, giving a small shrug as she turned her attention back to the boy, eyes narrowing slightly as she did. "You, on the other hand, should probably know when its best to keep your mouth shut. Everyone in the house says you're a dirty little thief...and I'm sure you can guess what we like to do with thieves around here." she warned, the warm smirk ever present on her face. "Hey, Doc...You ever wanted a larger lab rat to test your little vaccine's on? ...Today might be your lucky day~"
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WinchestersAngel67 Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 6:26 pm
What was life without a little risk now and then? That was the way the young man lived his life from the moment he truly understood the risks to its full extent as not many his age understood when risks were taken there was always the chance they could backfire. Though even now with everything gone to hell and the dead are walking as well as people dropping like flies from some weird sickness there did not seem to be much risk for the teen. Okay maybe getting eaten was not something high on his list of things he wanted to do within his seemingly shortened lifespan but it sure as hell did not seem as threatening as getting shot for no reason. Death seemed to take a whole new spin with this s**t going around and as much as the white haired teen did not want to become one of those things he was sure with the crowd he is forced to be around. Well his suffering would not be long they would shoot him in the head faster than someone could ask a simple question which for this group they seemed to shoot first then maybe ask questions later. Part of the teen was glad he was not shot probably because they were more keen on making him suffer and to save the bullets for the real threat since truthfully the dead seemed more of a threat than a teenager. Hell they probably thought why not just make him suffer slowly and when he finally tells them the truth that he was trying to steal their s**t they'd just slit his throat or bash his brains in to save ammo.
That was a very comforting thought for Felix that he would possibly die on a knife, which by the way is a horrible way to go, or get his brains beat in until he stopped twitching not that either were really that important. Felix was pretty damn sure that if all else seemed to fail they would just give the Doc the go ahead to use him as a guinea pig something that made even his steely nerves quiver. He hadn't been with them long but the sounds that those mice made well it was like a nightmare that was never-ending as well as the fact this was a nightmare that haunted his annoying moments between sleep. Crimson eyes watched the pair as they spoke to each other completely ignoring him which he knew Doctor Touchy would do so that didn't mean he wouldn't pout playfully because of it. That man barely tolerated him in his best moods though today it seemed less than normal probably cause the guy had a headache which Felix could not blame him for being grouchy. Then again just about everyone was grouchy these days tensions were running higher than normal and as much as Felix would love to claim he was not a stressor he knew that he was cause he was labeled as a thief and those were no-nos. His pouting expression did not last that long as when he spoke for that last time seems that the dame hadn't noticed him which honestly how could one miss him it wasn't like he was trying to blend in his black button up was dusted in dirt and torn exposing the dark tank top underneath.
On top of that his oddities did not help him hide from the normal folk which really was the only reason why he had to be even better at stealth though at the moment without his hat his hair did make him stick out very apparently. A slim silvery white eyebrow arched at the dame's reaction trying his best not to expose his amusement easily instead his smile was small but it was clear that her surprise was interesting. When she proceeded to look over him with those lucid blues of her's he couldn't help but feel like he was being judged but maybe that was all in his head then again when that is all one has ever known when someone looks at them. Part of him was expecting some kind of criticism because of his oddities but instead she coyly spoke to him and in moments she was in front of him using that grace of her's. It wasn't hard for Felix to understand her movements by the fact when she looked over him he was doing the same to her but he wasn't looking at her in the sense of anything perverted more looking at her figure to see how she can move. In his line of work he needed to be able to tell what a person was capable of just by how they looked to the simplest movements which something told him she was very good at seduction not that he could be positive but he was pretty damn sure she knew what she was doing. Even when she encroached upon his personal space he didn't even bat an eye he was used to this though not so much from a beautiful dame like her but still personal space rarely happened when the girls came over to chat with his mother they really trained him well in resisting the art of seduction. Though honestly he had a big problem with leaving damsels in distress for too long it was a weakness that may some day get him killed but hell how can someone leave a woman to defend herself.
Funny enough he found this dame to probably be able to handle herself that lovely pipe of her's seemed to be a bit of evidence to this fact though the look in her eyes made him very sure she could. People say that the eyes are the portal to one's soul if any of that it true then this dame had one hell of a soul cause as she looked into his deep red ones he looked into her vivid blues as he found her interesting a woman among men that probably had more balls than all of them put together. Which really was saying something when it came to surviving this hell on earth he questioning tone when she spoke to him with her eyes locked on to his caused him to chuckle lightly " I could say it's so but then again you can't really know when I can't really try with these on." He said somewhat playfully as he jostled the handcuffs around his wrists so they would make noise when he spoke about the 'these' as he couldn't do much for her in this kind of situation. As she spoke again he raised an eyebrow questioningly which lucky for him he had enough skin tone for her to actually notice the raise then again most could just guess from his overall facial expression the cons about being albino. His other eyebrow joined the first in the seconds she suddenly straddled his lap truthfully he was not that surprised by it though it did confirm a few things about this dame cause not many women just jumped onto guy's laps unless they were truly comfortable with themselves or had at one point did it for an income. His smirk broadened slightly when she talked about the fact she liked touchy again hinting at her past life not like he was going to judge her on that fact she was still a person then again he was used to people like her even moments like this he was used to. Felix really was not bothered by her sitting on his lap nor taking even more of his personal space away it wasn't like he was worried about having to move anywhere though he was trying to find his pick during this entire conversation using the cover of their voices to go for it or try and pick the damn locks.
Situations like this were nothing new really though he did kind of zone out when she started to talk about why the Doc was grouchy not like he didn't know this he was stuck in the same room with the man day in and day out its not like he ignores his roommate. His brow furrowed lightly when her voice turned serious and seriously sounded like a threat not something he took sitting down, pardon the bad pun there, he may be seventeen but hell he knew a few things about life that most his age didn't. Which one of the biggest things he knew was how to pick his fights oddly he wouldn't qualify this as a fight but he still was not going to take her threat lightly though playfully sure he was a snarky little s**t. " Sticks and stones, love. I've been told many times to learn to keep my mouth shut but when I know I did nothing wrong I just can't help but let my foot-in-mouth disease kick in." He said this calmly with his gaze leveled at her's he did not even so much a flinch when she spoke the last time to the Doc he merely gave her a look that was a mixture of 'hit me with your best shoot' and ' you wouldn't dare' as he was not afraid of just about anything they threw at him but he was at a serious disadvantage here with him still trying at the locks of the handcuffs though not as much now as during the conversation which he was sure he at least got one unlocked. If he could get out of a bonds maybe he'd have a chance but at the moment he really wasn't trying to press his luck better to amuse them with conversation then end up bleeding on the floor if you want his opinion. Armed to the Teeth and then Some
On the Frontline: Research room
Within the confines: Okay well this could've gone better
Stepping on thin ice: Drowsy, Sarcastic, So Very Teenager
People who I'll never know: Doctor Touchy, and the Blond Dame
It's just a scratch: Besides bruised everything, a slightly sensitive lip, and dry eyes not much
In that jumbled mess: Contact case with extra pair of contacts : Glasses Case with his transition glasses : 3x Granola bars : 2x Candy bars : Oil for his chains : Small first aid kit
Written in blood: Sorry for the wait guys first week of school with my two jobs thrown in.. woot! but I got him done enjoy
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 4:09 pm
The doctor looked up as the two spoke. Cecilia had more of a handle on the conversation however. Thankfully her attention was brought to his room guest and he could return to his chair. He flopped back into the ratted recliner and covered his eyes with both hands. Every sight and sound making it throb harder and sharper. When the woman spoke to him he let out a slight groan and looked at her. But he could not hide the very small smirk her comment gave him. "Well it would benefit my research that is for sure" he said with a strange glint in his eyes. "However I still retain SOME morals...though the day is young" he added with a sharp yet slightly amused tone. His eyes turned from her to Felix. As he had nothing more to add he returned to closing his eyes and attempting to calm his migrane without digging into their supplies. Though god knows he needed that medicine more than the hungover gun happy idiots who came to him nearly every morning. Somewhere in his mind he figured that telling them what he was looking for would give them a different view on him and maybe even lessen his problems. Issac was too stubborn though to tell them he was looking for a cure to save their a**es. Too stubborn to seek sympathy. He didn't need any. In this new world letting yourself get to close to others, to bond was a weakness. At least when it came to bonding as friends or lovers. Teamwork was critical to survival. It was the only reason he was still around this dump. Not to mention the fact that they had a great research room and the most wonderful supply of rats. So despite the massive headache he got from being here both literal and figurative. Obviously this headache was going no where with these two chatting away. A long drawn out sigh signalled his displeasure which was soon followed by a glare. "Well it was wonderful having you around but I have work to do" he said pulling himself up and over to her. He grabbed her shoulders firmly but not enough to hurt and took her off of Felix. With no hesitation he turned her and gently pushed her towards the door. "Have a cup of coffee yourself and you'll be fine" he said flatly then closed the door on her. There were no lock and she could come back in easily if she wanted and frankly he probably would pass out from pain in a few minutes anyway. So even is she did go against his wishes he wouldn't be awake for it. Or at least he hoped. Passing out right now would be something that wouldn't bother him all that much. Sleep. Though he avoided it like the plauge was something he welcomed when he had it. It was silent, dark and wonderfully void of any idiots. As a surgeon he knew that sleep was beneficial to one's health and that he'd have luck with his research if he let himself give in more than normal. But in a world where you didn't know when you'd have to pick up and leave he had to work as much as he could for as long as he could and get as much information as he could before something like that happened. Their location was secure and not much happened so something like that didn't seem very close in the future. Yet he could not let go of his anxiety and worked until he dropped. And on some occasions that was quite literal. Felix had yet to witness such an event. It made him smirk a little wondering how his occupant captive would react to him hitting the pavement.
What is your problem:no one(of importance to him) literally: the captive idiot he couldn't "experiment" on and Cecilia.
I'm fine:Frustrated and then some and perhaps only slightly amused
Let me check:daw its ok :3 I squealed when I saw you finally posted XD sorry I'm not a big poster ;u;
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MysticHoneyRose Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 6:19 pm
”CORPORAL MCKNIGHT”is currently...
Looking Brave at Base Camp... 's good a name as anything else.
with No one and Nothing
Feeling Haunted
"No matter what happens, I will find her."I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ CORPORAL MCKNIGHT SAT WITH HIS BACK AGAINST A WALL, his eyes staring at shadows, watching them move as the light changed, eyeing the dust particles as they danced, but seeing nothing. His expression spoke of sorrow, of lost love and shattered hopes. All this time and still, still he hadn't found Rowan. It was enough to drive him insane, if not for the linger hope that she was just around the next corner, that the next breeze would carry her voice to his ears. He was lost without her, had nothing to live for except the need to see her again. He held tight to his hope, clung to it like it were a rope, the only thing keeping him from falling to his death. Each day, a single strand in that rope was severed... how many fibers made up its structure? How many could be cut before it snapped from his weight?HE COULD HEAR VOICES, the faint whispers of conversation from another room, but he didn't care enough to try and listen. A few of their number had apparently gotten their hands on some liquor and indulged themselves the night before; Drake had no desire to do so. He needed a clear head, needed to be alert and focused. The fog that alcohol would lay over his mind could impede his judgement and keep him from seeing things he needed to see. A sudden lurch from a shadow, A seemingly still body turning its head. Things that he'd had to train himself to see. Things that, before would've simply been signs of life, but were now signs of something much more sinister... walking death, a corpse who should be still in the ground, but instead was up and moving. Not just moving, but attacking, with gnashing teeth and ragged claws and an unrelenting drive to kill, to spread its disease. Rotten meatbags with putrid breath, stalking after the living to create more corpses.THE CORPORAL SHUDDERED, trying to dispel such unnerving thoughts. He couldn't help it, though, and before he could distract himself, he was seeing her, in his mind's eye, her flesh dessicated, her mouth snapping at him, filled with ragged, blackened teeth. Her beautiful locks tangled and littered with leaves and twigs. Her clothes tattered and dirty. Her eyes glazed over, staring but unseeing, that haunting pewter gray color. Her face a death mask. He shuddered, his expression stricken, his teeth grinding together, his arms wrapping tight around his body. As if he could hold her spirit to him, use it to dispel that horrible image. He tried to recall the exact shade of her hair, the pink of her skin, the lovely forest green of her eyes... but he couldn't. It was gone, replaced by the terrifying dead doppelganger.HIS HANDS SHOT UP, grabbing his head, and he closed his eyes tight, trying to shut out the world, trying to retreat into himself and his memories of happier times. He remembered when they'd first met, their first date, the night before his first deployment... all happy, loving memories, and yet, in each one, something was out of place. On the day they met, her cheek had a gaping hole, her teeth visible. Their first date, her went to take her hand and found that was little more than bone, cold, dry flesh stretched over her knuckles. And the night before his deployment... when he pulled back to meet her eyes, to say he loved her, they stared back at him, gray, dead and lifeless. HE STOOD SUDDENLY, roaring as he did so. He spun around to face the wall, his fist barreling out, connecting with the wall and breaking through it. He froze, his fist still in the wall, his jaw tight. His knuckles were shredded, and he focused on that. The pain was real. It would chase away the wraith that haunted him. He closed his eyes, trying to even out his breathing, to focus. He could barely smell the blood, but he could feel the pain, radiating from his fist up his arm. He lowered his arm, eyeing the scrapes and tears. They were shallow; clean water and a cloth wrapped around them would be all he needed to doctor it, thankfully. He didn't need the Doctor to scold him for making his hand useless... it was his left hand, and he typically relied on his right, but still. Although, knowing the Doc, he'd rip into Drake anyway. Whatever. He didn't care. It'd served its purpose; that disturbing vision was gone.══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ 'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 10:25 pm
★XXLᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: The Research Room / Hallway ★XXCᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: Doctor "Frankenstein" Warren and the Thieving Captive // Mr. Wall-puncher★XXHᴇᴀʟᴛʜ: ██████████★XXSᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Hungry and Hungover★XXIɴ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴏɴ: What a night...★XXWᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: Momo★XXOoc: (( GUESS WHO'S BACK B*TCHES! <3 ))XXXXXXXXXXXXX___________________________________________________________________"Not your average fairytale..."______
This kid...Oh man, this kid! He had spunk, she had to give him that. Cecilia had laid eyes on a lot of up-nosed punks in her days - privileged brats who walked around with a chip on their shoulder, acting like the world owed them something that they were being unfairly denied. They were the sort of kids who never got enough attention from daddy or hugs from mommy and decided to take it out on any poor sucker who looked smaller and weaker than them by putting on a big "tough guy" act and strutting around with a pocket knife to make everyone think they called the shots...but Cecilia had always known the truth. She knew what they were - nothing but whiny little pr*cks who couldn't handle being told no and threw tantrums when they didn't get their way. Yes, Cecilia had dealt with many of those sorts in her time and every time they proved to be so much fun to play with. Getting into their head was all too easy and once she found out what made them tick, crushing their ego was only a stone's skip away. But this kid....this kid had something she hadn't seen in a long time. He had true guts. She could see it just by looking in his eyes. The way he didn't so much as flinch or blush or any of those childish tells as she made him a toy for her own amusement was something rather unique. There were grown men in this world who she couldn't even give that compliment to but this kid had kept calm, cool as ice the entire time, taking the blows in stride and rolling right back with the punches. But most of all, it was that daring look in his eyes when he glared at her that almost sent shivers down her spine. She had never seen a man of any sort look at her that way before. It was almost a shame that this one was just a child. Cecilia's face grew a little more surreal as his quip about being innocent sunk in. He certainly seemed to believe that he hadn't done anything wrong and honestly, Cecilia was a bit inclined to believe him. He seemed pretty sane for one and probably smarter than she was giving him credit for at the moment. Definitely not the sort who would do something as stupid as try to steal a cache of guns from a whole group of people, knowing he was clearly outnumbered and if Cecilia knew anything about people and their bodies, it was pretty clear by looking at the lad's near willowy form that he probably wasn't one for shooting much, anyway. The pain in the *ss thing about guns was that they always had a kick back and, unless you were dealing with some small, pea-shooter of a gun people with smaller forms who were light on their feet weren't necessarily built to handle the blast of a double barreled shotgun. No, if she were to bet, this guy was about speed and stealth. Get in and get out quickly and quietly was probably more of his game. Perhaps it was his snarky, overly confident attitude but she just didn't peg him for the sort to go barreling through a hoard loud and clumsy as some of these dumb *ss, gun enthusiasts liked to do.
Unfortunately, it seemed she would never get the chance to find out as it seemed that the good Doctor had finally become fed up with her unnecessary presence. Feeling the firm but not hostile clasping of his hands upon her shoulders made Cecilia look up, turning her dazzling blue orbs upon his countenance to once again see his tired-looking features staring back at her. "Well it was wonderful having you around but I have work to do" he told her as he guided her off of the poor boy and gave her a light shove towards the door. Cecilia could take a hint. She hand't needed to be told twice. "Have a cup of coffee yourself and you'll be fine" he advised flatly but the last thing on Cecilia's mind at the moment was her headache. Curiosity had taken its place and she made one last glance at the mysterious lad before she was guided through the doorway and out into the hall again. "Sure, Doc..." Cecilia agreed, her tone far more serious and thoughtful than it had been before. "Just uh....go easy on yourself, kay?" was all she had to say before abandoning her endeavor in the research room. She might not have been the easiest person to get to know...and the Doctor was certainly not the kindest but that didn't mean she was completely devoid of any compassion or sympathy. Sure, some people might have called her a bit of a kill happy psycho but she could be concerned about people from time to time...especially if they were people that she might one day depend on to save her life in a tight situation. With an ever so faint smile of what might have symbolized appreciation, she turned on her heels and made her way casually back down the hall. Although the quest for meds had been a complete failure, at least there might have still been some breakfast to look forward to. Bare feet pattered down the hall as Cecilia made her way towards the kitchen. She was still a bit sleepy but the Doc's suggestion for coffee sounded oh so wonderful so long as the generator was still up and running. Turning around a corner, she came through a doorway and was just about to cross into the kitchen when she heard a loud thud and something that sounded much like shattering drywall that caused her to stop dead in her tracks and turn around. Someone else was awake? Someone near by by the sound of it. For a second or two longer, Cecilia stood there, debating if it was worth going to check out. Most of the guys in the house could be pretty antisocial but....then again, the family that stayed together... didn't end up blowing everyone's faces off in their sleep during a psychotic homicidal rampage. With a small frown, Cecilia decided that breakfast could wait a moment or two longer and instead set off to find the one responsible for putting more holes in the walls than there already were. It didn't take long, however for two rooms later, she came across a young man with dark, black hair and piercing eyes who's hand looked like it had been battered up a bit. Bingo.
Have a disagreement with the wall there?" Cecilia asked rather calmly as she quirked a brow and leaned against the door frame, the oversized shirt hanging off of her pale, bare shoulder a bit as she crossed her arms. "I keep telling them they should keep their mouths shut but, you know walls...they never listen." A small smirk played on her plump pink lips as she spoke, her tone full of sarcasm but her facial features displaying only the utmost seriousness. It seemed that all of her playfullness had been sapped up by the lad and the doctor and now Cici was nearly all out of energy and f*cks to give. Poor guy....This was probably not the sort of morning he had bargained for.
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Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2013 11:01 am
  There never seemed ot be a dull moment around these people. Late nights spent partying and drinking, crazy games of 'bowling for biters'...didn't they ever get bored of not having tv? Or getting to go on the computer? Rarely did she see one of them break down over what had happened in the valley the last few weeks, nor did she ever see fear over what lurked outside their doors. Some days she wished she could be that way. Their leader seemed to laugh at the undead things outside, while his men cared even less for the creatures. There were people like Dr. Warren, who spent every day looking at collected corpses, testing for the disease or whatever it was that caused this and the man just seemed insane to begin with. Maybe he was finally in his element? It was hard to tell to be honest but still she couldn't help but imagine herself like one of them. Sydney hoped that when the time came she had a figure like Cecilia. All curves and long legs, beautiful and badass. Oh she'd have scars on her body but not a one detracting from her features. They would be testimonies to her battles and successes against the undead hordes outside. Maybe she'd have a pair of pistols that she wielded with deadly precision, or if she could find a sweet sword that would be awesome. Oh then- There was a firm muzzle against her cheek and Sydney found her daydreaming shattered. The smooth bay nose of her family's work horse, Hershey, nudged her again as thanks to her thoughts she had stopped brushing him. "Sorry Hersh. I'll get back too it." the preteen said softly as she lightly stroked his nose before continuing. Having already taken care of her beloved mare, Mirage, earlier that morning this was the last bit she had to get done before getting back inside the house. Sydney didn't like having her babies so far from the main house but in the long run it might be better. If they ever get attacked then chances where high it would be on the house leaving her to hope that the horses would be safe. The small girl had gotten up quite early for most kids her age but to be honest she was used to it. Living on the farm, no matter how small, meant getting up and doing what was needed. She had kept the habit even after everything had changed but there wasn't anyone else to take care of her horses. Sydney sure as heck wasn't letting anyone touch her babies. Heck she couldn't tell if a soul in that house knew how to ride. Still it was nice to have something normal in her life even if home wasn't the same place. Finishing up her chores out in the barn, she left making certain the lock was in place. Dawn had risen and she was certain the others were starting to move about....well at least those that weren't hungover. Hurrying past the fractured split rail fence and through the weed ridden yard, Sydney glanced quickly around hoping nothing crawled into the property over the night. The front door squeaked lightly as she slipped into the large place. Voices sounded from one of the rooms, if she wasn't mistaken that was the doctor and his 'guest'. Might be Cecilia in there too. Smiling lightly at the thought of what might be going on in that room she hurried by, making towards the kitchen. Dropping her pack on the table and with a practiced motion, opened it and pulled her cookbook from the depths. Though it wasn't official, Sydney did what she could in the means of cooking for everyone. They didn't have a lot of food but what they had she did her best to make the meals stretch. Humming as she went it wasn't long till the smells of food started to fill the room. It wasn't going to be much. There were eggs courtesy of a few hens they found wandering the grounds and put into an improvised coupe. With help from some strong armed men they had made some bread with a bit of their supplies which meant pan toasted toast. With a bit of pillared jams, and some of their last bacon it looked like it wouldn't be that bad of a meal. She wished there was some more oatmeal, at least that could stretch for a couple of meals. With the food ready she started to head out to the main room when a loud thud sounded from the other room. A bit nervous now the preteen moved catiously towards the sound of clearer voices. Cecilia was out and apparently found Drake though what had happened she wasn't sure. "Um....ex-excuse me?" Her voice was soft, she always got nervous when people seemed upset. "If you guys are hungry, I just made breakfast...take your time though." With a shy smile Sydney turned and quickly retreated not wanting to interrupt more then she had. Hopefully there wasn't anything too serious going on in that room. Drake seemed like a great guy, to be honest a wonderful guy. She knew he was...had been, is in...man things got confusing, in a serious relationship before the fall. Here's to hoping he hadn't gotten some bad information. Moving to the other room of known occupants, Sydney turned the handle forgetting a moment to knock before opening. "Dr. Warren? Mr. Felix? You guys awake? Breakfast is ready if you're hungry." She said as she pushed the door open enough for her to see inside the strange research room. Honestly she didn't know much about what the doctor did but from what some of the stories she had heard, she didn't want too. Here's to hoping the doctor wasn't truly a mad scientist. '' ღ Classic, Modern & Dressed for the occasion
ღ Where my heart belongs: Barn to the house
ღ Lost in the clouds: Hopefully everyone will come to eat
ღ On my sleeve: Happy, little nervous
ღ In my scrapbook: Mirage, Hershey, the group
ღ Don't touch it!: Sleepy but good
ღ It's in here somewhere: Changes of clothing x2, Photo album, Recipe book x 1, Blanket x 1, Sketchbook x 1, Pencils, colored and regular x 2 packs, Favored books x 3, Teddy bear x 1, Canteen x 1
ღ Momma's advise: Phew! There she is. Hope she's good guys!
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Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2013 9:26 pm
Describing the world before all of this seemed so much easier than explaining what the world was now. The walking dead were just another phase of life, for lack of a better word, in this sleepy little valley just as it was for the young man. He was not a native of the valley hell he rarely went here on a good day and now this s**t happens which it just so happens he is now stuck out of his comfort zone. Not that he wasn't used to being outside of his comfort zone which even with the people he happened to get surrounded by he rarely showed that he was out of his element. Felix wasn't the type of man to show all his cards before the final call is done not that he was much of a gambler in terms of cards unless you count gambling with gummy Japanese candies. He was a pro at that kind of stuff now he seemed to be more keen on gambling with his life and he was in no shortage of opponents may they be intelligent or not. Which honestly more than half this crew was not all that bright in that region not including the two people in the room with him currently they were above the average intelligence of this group's average. Outside of the pair in this room he hadn't honestly met the others outside of his captors and the brief glances of the others as he was dragged back here. The blond dame he happened to be somewhat fond of, if that could really explain it, he found her interesting as a strong, independent woman surrounded by men.
Outside of her looks she seemed quite the one to be capable of handling just about anything and that included taking him down if needed not that he was afraid of that. Gosh golly he might actually enjoy getting taken down by such a beautiful dame as she was but alas that did not seem to be the case. After the very "stressed" moments between them that he swore she was studying him as much as he was studying her which probably could benefit him in the long run. Cause hey maybe she believed him, for once, not that he was putting it high on his list of hopes but he kept his deep red orbs leveled at her even when she moved off of him with the Doc's "help". She seemed reluctant to leave and part of him wanted her to stay but he had no voice in that opinion as the Doc would rather listen to the child of the group than pay him any mind. Which happened to seem to remain true as the dame left the Doc flopped rather ungracefully back into one of the ratty chairs that were scattered around the room much to his disappointment. Though using the Doc's own voice he picked the second lock of the handcuffs keeping them firmly held in one hand he slipped up that sleeve and pulled one of his butterfly knives from it without much problem. Flipping it open rather awkwardly he set to cutting the ropes off which gave like butter to a hot knife the slight soft popping puffing out into the room.
By the last few a loud thump from the other room caused him pause as the knife slashed through the last strand that held him in place his silvery white brows furrowed in confusion but not for long. Quickly changing out his contacts as if he did quick changes all the time he felt the dryness that plagued him for the last few days fade just as the last few moments of his head start were ticking by. Glancing over at the Doc he quickly made sure the man hadn't even begun to stand up thus he turned his attention back to make sure he was completely free before walking towards the door. And you heard me right he walked towards the door with one hand still holding the handcuffs while the other held a now sheathed butterfly knife. Tension was defined mainly in his shoulders as he moved to open the door he was very aware the Doc would possibly try and stop him as if he was running which he wasn't. Because if he heard right it sounded like someone just took out some tension on a wall with what body part he was unsure but he was sure that they probably did not feel much of it. Taken by nearly completely surprise he barely missed getting hit by the door as Sydney opened the door if it wasn't for the fact she spoke as she opened it he would have been hit by the door. Pure reflex kicked in to avoid injury not that he hadn't noticed the moving door but after three days of not being able to calm the dryness of his eyes the new contacts screwed with his vision lightly not enough to notice.
Removing the surprise from his face and moving a step back away from the door he looked down at the pre-teen and I mean literally down she had to be at least a foot shorter than him. A fond look leaked into the deep reds as he looked at the young girl she had been very helpful to him in the past what week and a half that he had been here making sure he got food even if he wasn't supposed to. Glancing back over his shoulder in total expectance of the Doc to grip it in one of his moods he looked back to Sydney trying not to show the light paranoia he had towards the Doc and his creepy ways. "Awake? That's debatable. Hungry? well that's never really a question when you cook." He said with a slight smile on his face a lightly playful tone dancing across those words because as much as he hated the situation he was in a lot of the people he was around weren't bad. Not that he knew many of them well enough to judge them as far as he knew they could all be serial killers and he'd still be friendly towards them but that was just him. Armed to the Teeth and then Some
On the Frontline: Research room
Within the confines: Here goes to him not killing me
Stepping on thin ice: Drowsy, Sarcastic, So Very Teenager
People who I'll never know: Doctor Touchy, Sydney
It's just a scratch: Besides bruised everything, a slightly sensitive lip, and dry eyes not much
In that jumbled mess: Contact case with extra pair of contacts : Glasses Case with his transition glasses : 3x Granola bars : 2x Candy bars : Oil for his chains : Small first aid kit
Written in blood: Sorry for the wait, he was fighting me and well I can't make that many excuses I hope you like him <3
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WinchestersAngel67 Vice Captain
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MysticHoneyRose Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 9:52 pm
Issac had just opened his eyes and was about to get up when he saw his rather bothersome captive make a break for it but stopped on his feet when the object that brought his attempted escape to a halt was before him. As nice as this coincidence was he was none to pleased as to who it was. Issac was not keen on guests as was quite obvious however young guests, particularly teens and under were on the top of his list of those he did not want in his research lab. He relaxed as far as the doctor could. If it would even be considered true relaxation, and watched the scene unfold. The knife didn't bother him. He knew damn well the boy knew how to use it if he wanted but even that knowledge didn't put him off from wanting to snatch him again. He had a job to keep him there and he was going to do it. When he glanced over his shoulder the look that Felix got was one of a blank, tired expression. He did not care if there was a younger person here with a heart of gold. "What timing" he said in a blank, sarcastic tone. Moving forward he yanked the girl in and closed the door. He glared blankly at the two, Felix more than Sydney, before leaning on the worn wood and crossing his arms. His blank expression turned to one of mock amusement as he made a motion with his hands for them to continue their conversation as if the crazy doctor wasn't standing there blocking their only exit from the room. Of course she was only coming in to inform them of a meal but Felix was not "one of them" per say. At least not yet. He had no instructions to let his experiment...ah...captive go. "Sounds good but I have to ...tie up some loose ends in here before 'we' get something to eat. We'll be out in a moment "he said stepping back and opening the door. He put a firm, rough hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her out then looked at the other for a long moment in silence. During his time confined to the chair the doctor had done nothing but place mental torture on him. Not once did he actually harm him even if he did tease the fact that he could if he wanted to. Yet could he trust him to walk free? He didn't think he wanted to even entertain that idea yet. The door remained partially open as he walked forward and stood before him. A dangerous mood as he was armed but in truth he was gauging the other. Looking at his eyes to see if he could just let him go. He was a pain anyway and seemed to attract all this unwanted attention. Heck if the others didn't like it they could always just shoot him. Silence passed for a few moments before he crossed his arms again. "If you swear you won't run I'll consider not confining you to that chair again...though I hardly think after your display just now that is an adequate form of holding you." he commented flatly while glancing at one of his medical tables with leather straps and less then sanitary stainless steel top before looking back at him with a demented smirk. "If you swear to not put this place in harm's way I can..possibly find a way to explain your escape..though don't plan on me defending you if they decide to shoot you. The moment you're out of this door you're not my problem anymore "he said shifting his weight as he waited for the other to answer. Just another place to rot:research room
What is your problem:no one(of importance to him) literally: the captive idiot he couldn't "experiment" on and Cecilia and now the fun teenager...joy
I'm fine:Frustrated...definitely frustrated
Let me check:No really I'm alive and sorry for it being so short..meh i'm gettin there XD
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 4:20 pm
”CORPORAL MCKNIGHT”is currently...
Looking Brave at Base Camp... 's good a name as anything else.
with No one and Nothing
Feeling Haunted
"No matter what happens, I will find her."I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ DRAKE FLINCHED AT THE SOUND OF A WOMAN'S VOICE, looking up suddenly, first at the wall and then turning his head to face her. Cecilia. Right. Lately, every woman's voice seemed to blend together, to merge and layer until it almost sounded like... her. The sight of the blonde made him sigh. Not that seeing another living being wasn't welcome, just... with his head so full of worries and fears, he resented the brief moment of confusion... and her for causing it. She hadn't truly, he knew that, but... it was hard to convince himself of that when he was in such a state. He rolled his eyes at her sarcasm, frowning. "Disagreement... right." He shook his hand off and inspected the cuts in his knuckles, noting a few bits of drywall stuck in the red lines. He'd need to get out his tweezers if he didn't want it to get infected... Lord only knew how catastrophic that could be.HE BLINKED WHEN THEY WERE JOINED BY SYDNEY. The young teen popped her head in just long enough to tell them she'd made breakfast. He cringed a bit at her stutter. Of course, he'd managed to frighten her. She was only, what, twelve? Thirteen? Everything that had happened had to be overwhelming for the girl. She didn't need to think that the people around her, who were supposed to be protecting her, were losing their minds. His hand went to his hair and ruffled it a bit. "Guess we should go eat.HE SHOULDERED PAST CECILIA and headed towards the kitchen, the scent of food almost making him smile. With how bad things were, it was nice to have an actual meal. Perhaps it wasn't so wise for them to eat so extravagantly; it would run out eventually. But he couldn't deny that he was grateful that, with everything else they seemed to be lacking these days, food was never one of them. Not that he'd have much trouble once the food ran scarce; eating in the military mess hall had taught him to stomach some pretty unappetizing meals.HE TOOK A SEAT AT THE TABLE, hesitating a few seconds before making himself a plate. He'd considered waiting until the rest of the group was present, but he didn't really care to be the polite one and end up with the scraps. Which would be par for the course; people tended to be selfish with their food. He didn't see any reason to be different. So, he took what he wanted (a little less, if he were honest), and dug in, not waiting for the others or for a go ahead. He'd caught himself placing his hands together to pray, but stopped. No need to waste time with nonsense like that... it wouldn't do any good. He'd prayed enough to find Rowan without any results to know prayer didn't do a damned thing... depressing, but true.══════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ 'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away
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