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 Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 10:01 pm
 [ DAY ZERO JOURNAL LOG ENTRY ] Leiah Sanderson Character ID number: 11 Link to your character's survival stats (minis) profile: emotion_zombie Faction: Mall Rank: 4 Alter Ego Tokens Earned: 31 Cards: DAY ZERO PROMPT “Damn it Drew I knew I should’ve reminded you to charge your phone!” Leiah sighed and decided to try calling the store her knuckle headed boyfriend worked at. When no one answered, she grumbled and went into the mall, intending on finding the store he worked in only to get distracted by the nearby H&M around the corner. She came out not even a half hour later with two bags full of clothes and the head hang of shame at her not so hidden shopping addiction; even if everything she bought was on sale. Oh well, time to stop getting distracted! She was supposed to meet Drew for lunch ten minutes ago! Instead of looking for Drew’s place of employment, Leiah went to do more shopping. Shopping that lasted until closing time which was around close to 10pm. After all the shopping and running back and forth from her car to the mall again, Leiah was tired and she wanted some Starbucks. Since she thought Drew’s phone was dead, she wandered around for a bit, finally finding the Starbucks. She was about to order her caramel frappe when the power shut off and the mall went dark. “Ooooookay, looks like I wasn’t meant to order anything…” She grumbled, looking around at all the angry customers that were denied their late night fix. Some customers were a little too angry since she saw someone beating the daylights out of some one, probably and employee across the level at Zumies. Wait…Was that… No… Leiah frowned, hearing the strange whispers of infection and “virus” along with mentions of death and chaos. She thought all that BS was just that, BS. Until she looked closer at the person that had just wait was that person biting the other? Oh hell no! Leiah didn’t even wait for the chaos and panic to start, she got down on her hands and knees, maneuvering her way through the crowd before running for the nearest store, ducking in and hiding behind the counter. She didn’t even have the time to acknowledge the fact that she unknowingly ran into the exact store she’s been looking for.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:19 am
[ CHARACTER INFORMATION ] Name: Leiah Sanderson
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Employment: WAS a university student. Not so sure now...
Faction: Mall [ 4 ]
Weapon: Shotgun
Crrent Mental State: Leiah is currently paranoid and terrified due to the message she heard on the radio. Expect alot of Resident evil references and theories.
Rank: Alter Ego [ 4 ]
Costume: Now that she is amoung the top ranked mall rats, Leiah is able to have her dream cosume: Suicide Squad Harley Quinn. She couldnt be more happier!
Character Description:Leiah stands at 5’8 and 130lbs with lightly tanned skin. She’s got brown hair that’s just down to her knees and blue green eyes that are constantly making her look like she’s up to something. She considers herself fit and trim but a bit on the small side, which makes fitting into clothes hard but easy at the same time.
Personality:
[+] Goofy: Leiah doesn’t have a serious bone in her body. She tries, but she usually gives up and just goes back to what she does best. She loves to crack jokes in any situation just to make the atmosphere a little less…Emo.
[+] Witty: Just as she’s quick to crack jokes, she’s also quick with a response period, whether it’s funny or sarcastic; Leiah is quicker with her tongue than she is on her feet most of the time.
[-] Talkative: Ever wanted peace and quiet? Leiah doesn’t know the meaning and has never bothered. She could talk for hours on end, from yelling to whispering, Leiah’s mouth is constantly open. Even more so when she’s nervous.
[-] Impulsive: Leiah is used to doing things when the mood strikes, never thinking about the consequences of her actions. Not even once. If she wants to go shopping, she will. If she wants to bash that zombies head in on Call of duty without using a ranged weapon, she will with no hesitation.
Past: ...
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:20 am
[ ROLE PLAY LOGS ] IMPORTANT THREADS .....☢ { ORP } Mall Supply Stock Up -- [ 1] .....☢ { ORP } Junkyard -- [ 1] .....☢ { ORP } Item Claim and Usage Thread -- [ 1] .....☢ { EVENT } Day Zero Raffle Thread -- [ 1] CURRENT ZONE GM THREAD: 6 .....☢ { GM ORP } Creation -- [ 1] THE BEGINNING
.....☢ { Introduction } One Month Later... -- [1]
.....☢ { QUEST } Forting it up! -- [1] [ COMPLETE! FINALLY! ]
.....☢ { QUEST } Barricade -- [1] [ COMPLETE! ]
.....☢ { QUEST } Barricade the Entrances group effort -- [1] [ COMPLETE! ]
.....☢ { PRP } Recovering SOME Dignity -- [1]
.....☢ { QUEST } Mercy?... -- [1] [ COMPLETE! ]
.....☢ { QUEST } Kaleidoscope Dreams -- [1] [ COMPLETE! ]
.....☢ { QUEST } The Heads Will Roll! -- [1] [ COMPLETE! ]
.....☢ { QUEST } HEADSHOT -- [1] [ COMPLETE! ]
.....☢ { HUB } The Winchester -- [1]
ZONE ONE AND THE SECRET WEAPON
.....☢ { INTRO } Injury Roll -- [1]
.....☢ { OBJECTIVE 4 } Day Zero Log -- [1][ COMPLETE! ]
.....☢ { OBJECTIVE 2 } Scavenge the Office -- [1] [ COMPLETE! ]
.....☢ { OBJECTIVE 6 } Interview! -- [1][ COMPLETE! ]
.....☢ { OBJECTIVE 1 } Incapacitate a mob -- [1][ COMPLETE! ]
.....☢ { OBJECTIVE 3 } Radio Silence -- [1][ COMPLETE! ]
ZONE TWO: THE CASINO
.....☢ { SOLO/INTRO } Leiah's CYO -- [1]
.....☢ { PRP } Insert Clever Title here -- [1]
ZONE THREE: THE HOSPITAL
.....☢ { INTRO } Escaping to the hospital -- [1]
.....☢ { PRP } The Awakening -- [1]
.....☢ { SOLO } Dreaming -- [1]
.....☢ { PRP } The Chase -- [1]
.....☢ { ORP } Wanderings -- [1] +1 map piece
.....☢ { ORP } W-8-ING -- [1] +1 map piece
.....☢ { ORP } The Panic Room -- [1]+1 Map piece
.....☢ { ORP } Bingo -- [1]+1 Map Piece
ZONE FOUR/FIVE: FURY ROAD
.....☢ { ORP } Intro -- [1]
.....☢ { SOLO } Such a Pretty Rose! -- [1]
.....☢ { ORP } A Meeting of the Silliest Order! -- [1]
.....☢ { ORP } STAT! -- [1]
ZONE SIX: CREATION
.....☢ { ORP/SOLO } Intro part one: Becoming something more -- [1]
.....☢ { ORP/SOLO } Intro part two: The making of a god -- [1]
.....☢ { ORP/SOLO } Intro part three: The horseman of war -- [1]
.....☢ { SOLO } Accepting her legacy -- [1]
.....☢ { TOWER ORP } Mall Rats [including Jeff!?] -- [1]
.....☢ { TOWER PRP } Let's Play Matchmaker! [Plant Style] -- [1]
.....☢ { MOB THREAD/SOLO } Mob Hunting -- [1]
.....☢ { TOWER SOLO } The Grand Dining Room -- [1]
.....☢ { TOWER PRP } Making Friends -- [1]
.....☢ { PRP/MOB THREAD } Onward We March! -- [1]
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 12:44 am
[ EXTRA ] Main Code [spoiler][quote="OOC"]
[b]Character's name:[/b] Leiah Sanderson
[b]Character's faction:[/b] MALL BBY!
[b]Character's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24794547]:crown:[/url]
[b]Character's survival stats: [/b][url=http://www.thesporkedken.com/adopt/dayzerouser.php?act=profile&user=11]:zombie:[/url]
[b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER[/b] [url=http://i968.photobucket.com/albums/ae166/Jaxxxywaxxy/Leiah/Leiah sim_zps3l0zyhis.png]Leiah[/url] stands at 5’8 and 130lbs with lightly tanned skin. She’s got brown hair that’s just down to her knees and blue green eyes that are constantly making her look like she’s up to something. She considers herself fit and trim but a bit on the small side, which makes fitting into clothes hard but easy at the same time.
[b]Physical Status:[/b] Healthy with the exception of some bruises and scrapes.
[b]Zone Status:[/b] Creation~
[b]Crrent Mental State:[/b] Leiah is currently [b]paranoid[/b] and [b]terrified[/b] due to the message she heard on the radio. Expect alot of Resident evil references and theories. Due to current events in zone 6, human Leiah is unaware that she is no longer living[/quote][/spoiler]
[quote="QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM"][/quote]
[quote="QUOTE MORE PEOPLE IF YOU ARE TALKING OT THEM"][/quote] Battle Code [quote="BATTLE STATS"]
[b]HP:[/b] 50/50
[b]Weapon:[/b] Shotgun
[b]Base Attack Dice:[/b] 2d12 - 6 =[/quote] RP Log Code [b]TITLE IF NEEDED[/b]
[color=white].....[/color]☢ { PRP/ORP/QUEST/ETC. } Title -- [[url=]1[/url]] Infection Rate Code for Zone 3 [align=center][color=red][b][ Infection Rate ][/b]: 0/100[/color][/align]
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 4:14 pm
[ DAILY REMINDERS ] Check Announcement Thread
Daily Chance
Update Journals (if needed)
Select Location
Confirm Item Trades (if needed)
Roleplay
Selected Zone for the Day (prp/orp, get loot)
Faction Hub (prp/orp, quest x2/day )
Continue Threads
Explore New Quests/Prompts
Monitor Stats
Water
Thirst
Inventory
** deal with other characters as needed **
Free Event Raffle
400 words minimum
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 2:23 am
[ OBJECTIVE 4: Day Zero Log ] Should I start this out with a "Dear Diary" or something? Hahaha probably not. So to kick things off, when day zero happened, I was in the mall doing some late night shopping while meeting my boyfriend for dinner. I got distracted and ended up staying later than usual, ending up at Starbucks for some coffee when the lights turned off. I was a bit disappointed since that meant I wouldn't be getting my much needed coffee, but that didn't matter since I saw some one from across the way foaming at the mouth and another was literally attacking someone with their teeth.
Needless to say, I got on all fours and crawled into the nearest store [I didn't know it was the one my boyfriend worked at otherwise I would've instantly ran to the back], and hid under the counter that had the register. I dont know how I wasn't found by any of those monsters, but I managed to survive, only to be found by Drew the moment the chaos died down. What I wasn't expecting was to be stuck in the mall for a month, bunking in with several other people before Guy found the keys to the mall, opening up more stores for us to inhabit. We all met at the Winchester [a bar] and had a meeting.
This meeting was soon interrupted by some a*****e bandits that managed to find their way into the mall, probably through one of the more faulty barriers, holding Drew at gunpoint and kidnapping a fifteen year old kid! Really?! It was a bad situation all around, and many of us were injured, myself included. I had a dislocated jaw that was so painful at the time, but it was fixed by Rich whom I still need to thank properly. Without him around, I probably would've become mute. My jaw is a lot easier to work with now even if it still hurts off and on if I decide I want to speak a whole paragraph of words.
A couple of things in between and here I am now, filling this out for the nosy bandits that wanted to shoot at us in the beginning. My shoulder is still hurting, but at least I can still write, because some times I still need to use my notepad to write things out whenever it's too painful to talk. That's all I care to write down really. I dont think these guys need to know TOO much of whats going on here since I'm sure they're actually fishing for useful info.
I wonder if that group of bandits belonged to this group here...
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