After the severe talking to from Becky and leaving Gman to do his own thing, Rich went on to start doing more tasks for the Harbingers. He may not have liked having to cooperate with criminals, but this was a dire situation. Ends justified the means, and all that. They wanted supplies? He'd find them supplies.
But first, it looked like there were two lost looking gals he should probably help. "Y'all alright? I could use some help lookin' fer some supplies."
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
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Gaufre
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 5:23 pm
"Who, me?" Sunny went from blindly moving like a snail to at least facing the source of a voice. "Um. Well no, I can't see."
She senselessly reached out her feely hands and started moving towards it. Help? "I want to help. But I need help too. Wait, did you say y'all?"
Sunny's head turned about, looking unsuccessfully. "There's someone else here? Who's here exactly? I'm Sunny.. I'm.. from the Discount Rack." She hoped a rank was safe enough to disclose, as if the uniform didn't give away her faction already anyway.
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Character's name: Sunny Day Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: #145 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fair-skinned Sunny stands at a tall 5'10 accompanied by long, wavy, annoyingly thick brown hair. She has an average build with a somewhat thin appearance; however, this is a result of metabolism more than positive health choices. Uniform:Bargain Bin Costume
[ SEREVA ]♤Mall District Survivor -----------------------------
Sereva picked up her head, after blankely staring down at the ground. Her hands fiddling with a pair of goggles before strapping them back around her head. They weren't part of her costume, but still was a precious keepsake to her. She seemed to be fiddling with her hands a lot, relying on her sense of touch before she made any kind of movement. "Lookin' for supplies? Ha that's cheeky" she would say with a amused laugh to herself. This man was a dimond dozen for picking out the people he wanted to accopmany him.
After hearing another woman speak her feet etched harshly into the ground, listening for any unsettlement before taking a step forward towards the voice "The names Sereva, looks like we both got the short end of the stick during that fight" she voiced towards Sunny. "I'm also apart of the Dicount Rack" tipping her finger at a black and cyan kitsune mask tilted against the side of her head as well as bandages tightly wrapped around half of her face concealing her nose and mouth. Though Rich was probably the only one able to even see what she was motioning too.
"Now I may have lost my sight for now but that dosen't mean I cant use my other senses. I wasn't a hunter for my family business for nothing" Sereva spoke up again. She was always cautious, and especially with her sight compromised she had to use the skills of careful hearing she had acquired during her years of hunting. "So I can do what I can as long as you can be our eyes" she added on lastly.
ZONE 1 INJURY: Head trauma. Sharp blow to the head results in severe head trauma. Complete vision loss for OOC 48 hours Character's name: Sereva Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: [x] Character's survival stats: #77 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fit body structure, that of a hunter ♠ Grey eyes with a cyan ring through the middle of the iris (contacts) ♠ Vibrant purple hair pulled back in a high pony tail ♠ Punk a** and courageous attitude.
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Gaufre
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 6:23 pm
"So yer both blind, eh?" Rich stroked his beard, concern bleeding through every accented syllable he spoke. This wouldn't turn out too well, now would it? Of course, it could always be worse - he could be blind AND have a broken rib. They'd just have to deal with this, somehow. "I'll lead ya around, if that's what ya need. Don't want no Shamblers gettin' a hold of ya."
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Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
Lunar Chi
Guafre
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Gaufre
Tipsy Sailor
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 6:49 pm
"Blind as a bat," she answered reluctantly.
"It's nice to meet you Sereva." It was comforting to not be the only blind one, however odd that situation was.
"O-oh, well I guess I will try that too," Sunny thought for a moment, "Not sure how great my senses are but I promise my best." She groped around aimlessly. Sunny didn't have any specialized skills, but darn it if she didn't make an attempt.
Sunny held out a hand toward the man's voice, thankful. "S-shamblers?" She didn't like the sound of that. "I think I'll need all the help I can get then." The other hand reached out towards Sereva's voice. A shoddy attempt at forming a chain. "Do you know the way, mister? Preferably with none of these shamblers!"
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Character's name: Sunny Day Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: #145 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fair-skinned Sunny stands at a tall 5'10 accompanied by long, wavy, annoyingly thick brown hair. She has an average build with a somewhat thin appearance; however, this is a result of metabolism more than positive health choices. Uniform:Bargain Bin Costume
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Lunar Chi
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 7:23 pm
[ SEREVA ]♤Mall District Survivor -----------------------------
Sereva waited in silence till both of them spoke, there was no use in cutting either one of them off. They were going to have to cooperate, so it would be best to start now. "As long as these Shamblers you speak of make sound then all I need is a direction of the supplies and the closest wall."
She talked cocky, but even she knew that it would be tough as hell to be able to navigate without her sight. If anything it was just a facade to make the others less anxious about going on this run. The key was to keep a collected attitude. "Is there any other info you can give us about the opponents we may be facing?" she added to Rich, tapping her finger against her arm as they crossed. Getting ready to listen for footsteps if they decided to start towards the building they needed to ransack.
Character's name: Sereva Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: [x] Character's survival stats: #77 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fit body structure, that of a hunter ♠ Grey eyes with a cyan ring through the middle of the iris (contacts) ♠ Vibrant purple hair pulled back in a high pony tail ♠ Punk a** and courageous attitude.
"Aw, crud. Pardon my poor manners. Name's Rich, by the way, Bargain Bin." He would have tapped his reindeer hat, but seeing as they were both blind - yeah, no.
"If I may." He drawled, taking Sunny's hand in his, so that she could feel a little more secure with the situation.
"Ya wanna hold hands, Severa? Or d'ya think you'll manage just fine?" Rich put his hand out, a near fatherly concern overlaying his words.
"Shamblers are those Undyin an' Infected creeps. They're millin' around, still, so we gotta be careful, alright?"
OOC
Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
Lunar Chi
Gaufre
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 8:20 pm
"Got it, Rich!" Sunny nodded. "I have a radio too, if something happens.." She hoped nothing would.
"Others at the mall should have them too. That's what Mister Jeff said. We could ask for help if we get desperate," she told her new companions. Sunny squeezed Rich's hand making sure she wouldn't let go and somehow get lost. "But I don't think that'll happen."
"I hope it isn't far. Ready when you two are!"
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Character's name: Sunny Day Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: #145 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fair-skinned Sunny stands at a tall 5'10 accompanied by long, wavy, annoyingly thick brown hair. She has an average build with a somewhat thin appearance; however, this is a result of metabolism more than positive health choices. Uniform:Bargain Bin Costume
[ SEREVA ]♤Mall District Survivor -----------------------------
"Its good to meet your acquaintance" She started off, her lips pressing together, starting to chew down on the softness before her blind eyes flickered to the voice. "I'll invite guidance for the way there, but when we get there I'll break off. Having one person is alright, but if you have to keep hold of me and one of the Infected is coming towards us it may not be the best situation" she'd say trying to think a few steps ahead. With that she would reach out, feeling the warmth of Rich's hand she would instead run her fingers up his arm and rest upon his elbow like how they used to escort in the olden days.
Character's name: Sereva Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: [x] Character's survival stats: #77 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fit body structure, that of a hunter ♠ Grey eyes with a cyan ring through the middle of the iris (contacts) ♠ Vibrant purple hair pulled back in a high pony tail ♠ Punk a** and courageous attitude.
Rich led the gals into the STAPLES, and at the entrance stopped to let Severa loose herself from his elbow. "Alright, missy. Make sure to use that keen hearing of yours, and not run into anything that could hurt ya."
Leading Sunny around down a dilapidated aisle of actual office supplies, Rich quickly found a stapler, along with -- yeah, that was an arm. A very gross, decaying arm. He nearly left it, if it weren't for the shiny scrap of metal that wrapped around the wrist. R O R was all Rich could make out, and he made sure to take note of it.
Another aisle yielded nothing but some spare change scattered around the floor, not even enough to make up a dollar. Rich picked it up anyway, because a penny saved (or found, in this case) was a penny earned.
On their way back to the entrance, Rich was started by hissing, quickly whirling around with his fist raised - ignoring the sharp pain in his side - to only find two stray cats instead of the Undying he expected. A bated breath slid through his lips, and the officer looked older than his age for a few moments.
Thank God it wasn't his time.
"Severa! Call out when yer done lookin', I'll lead ya back to the entrance!"
OOC
Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
[ SEREVA ]♤Mall District Survivor -----------------------------
Her hand slowly let go of the man's elbow, almost reluctant to leave. She had been all talk but having her vision compromised also put a damper on her confidence. Though there was no backing out now, it was necessary to collect any supplies they could. She wanted her faction to succeed. So taking in a deep breath she slowly stepped into the STAPLES. Her feet skimming along the floor silently, inching forward with each step as she tried to keep her hand on anything sturdy. First aiming for the closest wall near her.
As her footsteps continued to be the only sound she heard the young woman continued on... only coming to a complete stop as an overwhelming stench entered into her nose. Even with the bandages over her face the scent was strong enough to make her eyes water. It smelled exactly like a rotting carcass... and the last thing she wanted was to bear near something that could potentially be an undying. Quickly backing up she retraced her steps, making sure to get as far away from the death as she could.
Turning down another aisle her hands trailed against the shelves, emptied and picked clean from previous scavengers. Her palm hitting the end of the furniture to the empty space of the walkway. Blindly she continued on, reaching forward with an utmost delicacy until she felt the crafting of a doorway. The smell was one of the first tips to a new room. Her heart starting to beat faster as she was unsure to enter in, but kicking her own a** into gear she took one cautious step after another. Hearing paper crinkle under her feet she started to piece together where she might have ended up. Crouching slowly to the floor she placed her hands on the papers, not being able to see if they had anything written or drawn on them she would do the next logical thing. Gathering a few scattered pieces she would roll them up and shove them underneath the spandex she wore under her shirt. Hey if someone doesnt have pockets big enough they might as well use what they have right?
Stepping out of the room she stopped, hearing little scattering. The sound gave Sereva a cold sweat until she heart a minute sound of 'squeaking'. Rats would be the end of her... the irony.
Continuing to walk in the direction she came her fingers skimmed over boxes. Taking a rest for a moment she carefully reached her hand in, ready to react to anything she might touch. Adrenaline rushing through her veins before a relieved calm came over her to just feel more paper. This time thin and long just like receipts would be. Letting out a breath she would decide to take a handful of those and stuff them down her shirt as well.
As soon as she was done collecting some receipts she practically jumped and knocked over the boxes that she had been fumbling with "Dear Freckled Jesus!!" she called out. Her hearing had been especially sensitive since she couldn't see, and the sudden outburst of words from Rich made her want to give him a swift smack upside the head. "Ha! Looking, good one again Rich" she'd say in a teasing manor as his constant attention to Sereva even being able to see. Though she knew it's not what he had intended. "After almost having a heart attack from you suddenly talking I think I'm done here" the woman called out. Staying where she was until the man decided to come for her.
Character's name: Sereva Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: [x] Character's survival stats: #77 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fit body structure, that of a hunter ♠ Grey eyes with a cyan ring through the middle of the iris (contacts) ♠ Vibrant purple hair pulled back in a high pony tail ♠ Punk a** and courageous attitude.
Carhop Cavalier
Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 10:01 pm
"Sorry." Rich loudly whispered, chuckling to himself. "Let's get outta here, yeah? Bring this stuff back to the Harbingers." Because they totally needed a stapler and some loose change. But hey, as long as they kept doing these favors, they'd get more brownie points.
And hopefully a way to see Coral again.
Rich glided to Severa and took her arm, leading her to the exit. "Sorry ta drag ya along like that, what with the condition yer in. Wasn't very kind o' me."
OOC
Character's name: Rich Filth Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:[x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall and built like a Kentucky farmer's son, graying hair and beard. Currently wearing a reindeer cap. [x]
[ SEREVA ]♤Mall District Survivor -----------------------------
The purple haired female easily followed with Rich's guidance. Not giving any resistance especially cause he was the only one to see "Its alright. I might as well still do something as long as I have two legs and arms that can function. You don't always need sight for everything" and she was a breathing example of that. Though she desperately hopped that the concussion and trauma would heal up soon and that her sight would come back.
The paper began to get uncomfortable stuffed in her shirt as they walked back, reaching her other hand to grab the papers before her sweat made them stick to her skin. They were probably useless anyway but maybe they could give the undying some paper cuts to remember.
Character's name: Sereva Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link: [x] Character's survival stats: #77 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fit body structure, that of a hunter ♠ Grey eyes with a cyan ring through the middle of the iris (contacts) ♠ Vibrant purple hair pulled back in a high pony tail ♠ Punk a** and courageous attitude.
[ ROLLING AND SQUEEZING IN A BACK-TRACK RESPONSE BLESS DA EXTENSION. ]
Sunny had stuck to Rich at the start of the search and felt on shelves in reach of the pair, like a back-up scavenger trying to find what he may have missed. She managed to find some small around metal objects and pocketed them. She wasn't sure if they were washers or coins, but they had no holes so she assumed the latter.
Rather quickly, a foul smell entered Sunny's nose and practically rendered her useless. It was terrible. Sunny couldn't see, but imagined the worst. Rotting meat? A blown out toilet? She had no idea and wasn't familiar with the smell.
She started to gag and used her one free hand to cover her nose, "I can't," she gave a muffled apology and shook her head, "I'm sorry."
Periodically, Sunny tried to remove her hand and feel out for supplies, but the smell stuck with her and the girl went back to gagging in a short matter of time. At some points it got significantly worse. She was actually lucky she couldn't see the smells sources.
Practically empty handed, a disappointed Sunny returned to the bandits' base with Rich and Sereva.
OOC
Character's name: Sunny Day Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: #145 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Fair-skinned Sunny stands at a tall 5'10 accompanied by long, wavy, annoyingly thick brown hair. She has an average build with a somewhat thin appearance; however, this is a result of metabolism more than positive health choices. Uniform:Bargain Bin Costume
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