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 Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 3:25 pm
 [ DAY ZERO JOURNAL LOG ENTRY ] Ruia Abreu Character ID number: #123 Link to your character's survival stats (minis) profile: Ruia Abreu ViewFaction: University Rank: Freshman
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 5:28 pm
Character Name: Ruia Abreu Age: 24 Gender: female Employment: n/a Faction: University Weapon: n/a Character description: She's of average height and build, with shoulder-length curly brown hair, brown skin, and reddish eyes. Personality:Positive: Amiable and tries to be helpful. Very meticulous in the structure and premise of her work. Negative: A bit short-sighted when it comes to implementation. Prone to irritation and snappishness when interrupted. DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT Ruia felt a chill go through her when the lights went out, the nighttime making it immediately obvious when it happened. She had been winding down for bed for a morning class, not looking forward to getting up with the sun. She had never been an early riser. Now it seemed like she wasn't going to get to sleep anytime soon anyway. She had her wallet, her cellphone, and... not much else. Hopefully she wouldn't need much else, but she did have the thought that perhaps grabbing a bludgeoning weapon would have been a good idea. Perhaps she would find something as she went. ... Yes, hopefully she would find something as she went. With the people--she hoped that was the right word for them, told herself it was the right word for them what else could it be--stumbling about and frothing at the mouth, Ruia was not pleased with the idea of having to face them on her own with no way to defend herself... Defending herself? She needed to get away, first! Ruia spat something unkind and ran for cover. She wanted no part of the infection she was hearing about. When everyone else panicked, she was caught in the throng and had well lost track of which ways she'd turned when she found herself separated out. And so she found a nook, sandwiched in a corner behind a dumpster, crouching and trying to hold her breath while everything fell apart around her.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 7:13 pm
[spoiler][quote="OOC"]
[b]Character's name: [/b]Ruia Abreu
[b]Character's faction: [/b]University
[b]Character's journal link: [/b][url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24796131][x][/url]
[b]Character's survival stats: [/b][url=http://www.thesporkedken.com/adopt/dayzerouser.php?act=profile&user=123][x][/url]
[b]Jersey Number:[/b] 26
[b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:[/b] She's of average height and build, with shoulder-length curly brown hair, brown skin, and reddish eyes.[/quote][/spoiler] [quote="Quick Stats"][b]Ruia Abreu[/b] [url=http://www.thesporkedken.com/adopt/dayzerouser.php?act=profile&user=123]View[/url][/quote]
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 8:09 pm
[TITLE - POST LINKS - FINAL WORDCOUNT] 09/18/15{BEGIN HERE} One Month Later... - [1] - 166 {UNIVERSITY MAIN ORP} - [1] - 160 09/20/15{ZONE ONE GM ORP} - [1] - 447 09/21/15{UNIVERSITY MAIN ORP} - [1] [2] - 354 [Objective 2] Ruia Abreu - [1] - 387 09/22/15[Objective 4] Ruia Abreu - [1] - 381 09/24/15[CASINO SOLO] Ruia Abreu - [thread] - 1488 {ZONE 2 ORP} THE CASINO - [1] - 107 09/25/15[PRP] UNI ROUND UP ( Uni Faction ) - [1] - 504 {ZONE 2 ORP} THE CASINO - [1] - 203 10/05/15[SOLO] Hunting and gathering (Ruia) - [1] - 465 10/08/15{ META FINALE } As you once were - [1] - 581
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 2:30 pm
Ruia stared down at the pieces of paper she held in her hands, tapping the point of pencil against them. What had she been up to since this all started? She had to take a deep breath and actually think about the answer to that question. To be honest, all the days had sort of blended together by this point and she wasn't sure where one ended and the next began.
Well... there had been the first day, she recalled, what they were calling "day zero", where she had rushed out with the other when everything started going spectacularly bad. Ruia had soon realised that was a bad idea, especially with no weapons, no team, no supplies. So she'd retreated back to the university she was attending, and had regrouped with others that had had the same idea. Since then, she'd mainly kept to herself. She hadn't really made any friends with the other students while the university was functioning as a school rather than a bunker, so there hadn't really been anyone for her to talk to. So she cleaned, for the most part, did odd tasks around the area to keep herself busy. Frankly, to keep herself sane, though anyone who wandered in on her cleaning the bathrooms at three in the morning would probably beg to argue that latter part. And she wasn't sure if she could totally defend herself on that front, either.
Well, it kept her together, then, at least.
There had been her expedition with the other people from her university, where she'd been hit by the outer reaches of an explosion. Her hands were still scarred from that. Hopefully she'd live long enough to recover from the blood loss, too. She still lost her balance if she moved too quickly, and it was an embarrassing amount of effort even still to gather her thoughts through the mental fog. With that, though, she realised that she... had actually had a rather uneventful time of it. She supposed that was a good thing. This was one of those occasions where excitement was something she wanted to avoid to the best of her ability. She sighed, signed her name in haphazard cursive at the end, and folded up the letter to give to whomever wanted it now.
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