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 Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 9:16 pm
 [ DAY ZERO JOURNAL LOG ENTRY ] Renita Hayes Character ID number: #126 Link to your character's survival stats (minis) profile: HEREFaction: Apartments Rank: Resident
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 9:31 pm
Character Name: Renita Hayes
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Former Employment: Secretary/Student
Character description: Renita is a confident and practical woman, one who looks at the world as a set of problems to solve and has enough faith in her own abilities to know that she can handle anything thrown at her with enough time and hard work. She prefers to do things as efficiently as possible, which has an unfortunate side effect of making her seem more than a little bossy. She generally doesn't intend to sound condescending or anything (with some exceptions), she's just so sure of her own plans that she assumes others will be able to appreciate them just as well with some direction. She's also quite stubborn and willing to argue her point until the end of time if she feels she needs to. She might hold her tongue if it benefits the situation to get it over with, but she won't forget and she will continue the conversation later.
Physical: Renita has thick, dark brown hair, cut in a medium length bob. Her eyes are brown. She stands at about 5'6" and has a curvy but relatively fit figure. Generally dresses modestly and/or professionally, with a love of sweaters and high heels. The heels, unfortunately, have been abandoned in light of her new circumstances.
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT: Renita pulled open the door of her car, stooping to poke her head in as she searched the floorboards for any loose paper. There'd been homework for one of her final classes that she'd planned to work on tonight, but once she'd popped open the folder to get started, the instruction sheet had been nowhere to be found. Brightening a bit at the sight of it over on the passenger's side, she slipped into driver's seat and leaned over to catch hold of it. As she sat up, the world went dark, suddenly, all except for the light of her car. A power outage?
Getting out and letting the car door close behind her, she gave her eyes a moment to adjust, and soon found that the darkness was moving. Shapes ran down the street, and as her mind sorted through that she became aware of distant shouts and screams. Somewhere nearby the night was lit by the glow of fire. Swallowing hard, she moved towards the street, tried to flag someone's attention. "Excuse me, is there- Hey! What's going on?"
All she got was a muttering, something about an infection, but there was no time to sort through it because there was someone else lurching out of the darkness of an alley towards her, their face smeared with...oh God, was that blood? When they rushed her, she turned on a heel and fled for the safety of the apartment building. She stumbled on the doorway of the apartment building entrance, and kicked off her heels as she realized what had tripped her up. She loved those stupid shoes, but they weren't worth her life.
There were uneven footsteps behind her, and she heard someone call out a question from the lobby, but she all but flew down a hallway, racing for a stairwell and taking it up towards her shared apartment. Her fingers fumbled clumsily over her keys in the dark, but she finally got the door open and stepped in, closing and locking it back. As sounds of chaos carried up from outside, she pressed her back to it, reaching for her cell phone. The call to police didn't go through. Sliding down to a sitting position and drawing her knees to her chest, she tried another number. "Come on, Sawyer, pick up, please pick up. Why couldn't you have stayed home tonight?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 11:03 am
So I don't lose this...
[spoiler][quote="OOC"]
[b]Character's name:[/b] Renita Hayes
[b]Character's faction:[/b] Apartments
[b]Character's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24794477]here[/url]
[b]Character's survival stats: [/b] [url=http://www.thesporkedken.com/adopt/dayzerouser.php?act=profile&user=126]here[/url]
[b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER[/b] Renita has thick, dark brown hair, cut in a medium length bob. Her eyes are brown. She stands at about 5'6" and has a curvy but relatively fit figure. Generally dresses modestly and/or professionally, with a love of sweaters.
The sleeves of her sweater are smeared with blood.
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[QUOTE="OOC"]
[b]Name:[/b] Doyle
[b]Faction:[/b] Ghost
[b]Subspecies:[/b] [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadow_person]Shadow person[/url]
[b]General appearance:[/b] Tall. His hair is black and unruly, his eyes glow red. Wears a brimmed hat and a long coat over a buttoned up shirt with a tie, pants, and boots. Except for the shirt, which is a lighter gray, it's all black. Looks kind of messy, the shirt half untucked and the tie loose. Kind of shadowy at his edges.
[/quote][/spoiler]
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 8:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 9:38 pm
[Objective 4]: Day Zero Log
It feels a little pointless to be wasting time on this when I could be doing...anything else, really, but if doing so helps my faction somehow, then so be it. I suppose the rest will be a bit worth it. I suppose the place to start would be day zero itself. I was home that night, working on schoolwork that would have been due the next week. There was some paper that I needed, I can't remember what exactly, but I think I realized I must have left it in the car at some point, because I was in the parking lot when everything ended up happening. I'm still not entirely sure how it started, you'll have to look elsewhere for information like that, but the people in the streets, the first of the infected, the fires. There was so much of it so suddenly.
When they came for me, I ran, made it back to the apartment somehow. All the way on the fourteenth floor and I don't even remember the climb in the dark. Once I was in my apartment, I started calling. The police, my parents, my sister. Never got through to anyone, but my sister made it home, thanks in large part to a new friend of ours. Spent a long while holed up there until things started to settle, and we weren't about too give up our home so of course we got into the Apartments faction. Already had our keycards, just had to find our umbrellas, right?
Since then it's just been surviving. Nothing out of the ordinary for any of us, surely? Find food, find water, protect your own, do what you can. It hasn't been easy, but we'll keep moving forward, see it to the end. You'll see.
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