Bisexual
VΛMPIЯΣ
this is phobic. not of anything, im just scared.
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Post by VΛMPIЯΣ on Sept 21, 2016 6:41:03 GMT -5
☣ Gʀᴏᴜɴᴅ Zᴇʀᴏ﹕ Tʜᴏʀɴᴠɪʟʟᴇ ☣ Nobody goes into genetic modification with the goal of creating a zombie apocalypse. Okay, well, maybe some people do, but this isn't about them. This is about a guy who just wanted to make leaves a different color. He didn't want to end the world, but that's what happens when people try to play God. The infection came from the fruit. They were the first things to mutate after the experiments, growing larger, more misshapen, lumpy. While this may have posed a concern for people, the small animals with access to the testing area paid it no mind. They gorged themselves as much as ever, relishing in the overabundance. Then they went rabid. Anything to come near was mauled by them, attacked en masse. For animals, this meant they became carriers; rabid, dangerous things with no goal and no meaning other than to f**k you up. For people, it meant far worse. It took a long time for the symptoms to start showing up. Anybody infected would be fine for a few weeks, months even. They could be the picture of health before it started. Fatigue was the first symptom. It would be hard for an infected to stay awake for long periods of time, and they'd feel sluggish, maybe have bouts of nausea. Nothing big. They called it the flu. Doctors and reporters alike referred to it as the biggest epidemic the country had ever seen; over half of the residents were infected, and nobody knew how to stop it. Medicine wouldn't help those already infected, and vaccinations did nothing to prevent others from getting infected. Scientists were at a loss, and the public was unknowingly left to the mercy of an unclassified super virus. It's not clear what came first; the spores or the panic. They happened around the same time. Both the infected people and trees began to sprout alarmingly yellow boils. When popped, they would erupt with a powdery mess of pollen-like material; that's how it went airborne. Anybody unlucky enough to take a breath around this stuff was a goner. All it took was few particles and just like that, they were infected. Entire cities were quarantined in a desperate effort to keep it contained, but it was too late. First wavers were already going into the third stage of the infection; blackouts, memory loss, and manic fits of violence. The entire country became a bloodbath in what felt like hours. Riots, fights, brutal attacks- they sprung up like wildfires once the quarantines were put into effect. Police, SWAT teams were sent in, but nobody could stop it. The infecteds were beyond saving. They moved quickly, and their strength was deadly. Civilians didn't have a chance. Once people died, they didn't die. They became unconscious monsters, attacking anything that moved or made noise and further spreading the infection. It only took days for the collapse of life as we knew it. Electricity shutdown, radios stopped broadcasting, and the world turned into a wasteland. That's where we are now. Ground Zero: Thornville.
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Post by ❆ hσnєчfrσst on Sept 21, 2016 6:44:18 GMT -5
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☆ The forum rules must be followed at all times. No exceptions.
☆ This is a paragraph styled roleplay. Please refrain from using script. Other than that, there is no length requirement to replies.
☆ Keep everything PG-13. If you break this rule 3 or more times, you will be asked to leave.
☆ Please don't god mod or spotlight! Stick to RPing your own character. Everyone has an equal part in the roleplay. No one is any more or less important than the other.
☆ Please be active! Try to post at least twice a week. You can let us know if something comes up.
☆ Please do not spam the thread!
☆ Remember to mark your OOC chatting! That’ll make everything much less confusing for everyone.
☆ Try and keep your characters realistic for us. We're all here to have fun, but we'd prefer it if there were no outrageous additions to your character, such as natural blue skin or giant wings. This is a zombie rp, not a supernatural fiction. That being said, LGBT characters are fully supported! Please, by all means, feel free to make your character's gender and orientation whatever you like.
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Bisexual
VΛMPIЯΣ
this is phobic. not of anything, im just scared.
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Post by VΛMPIЯΣ on Sept 21, 2016 6:45:08 GMT -5
Fᴏʀᴍs submit your completed forms here so we can keep this thread clean. OOC: Screen Name: Age: Add whatever else you want! Basic: Full Name: Nickname(s) or Alias: Gender & Pronouns: Age & Birthday: Sexuality & Romantic Orientation: Relationship Status: Looks: Height: Frame: Hair Color: Hair Style: Eye Color: Skin Color: Body Mods/Scars/Distinguishing Marks: Personality/Skills: Habits: Fears/Phobias: Hobbies: Talents: Weapon(s): Other (Background, ETC.):
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Post by ❆ hσnєчfrσst on Sept 21, 2016 6:47:53 GMT -5
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OOC: Screen Name: ★ SWAG ★ Age: 17
Basic: Full Name: Oliver Reed Nickname(s) or Alias: "Swag" Gender & Pronouns: Male, He/Him Age & Birthday: 27; Oct 23rd Sexuality & Romantic Orientation: LMAO Relationship Status: N/A
Looks: Height: 6'1'' Frame: Lean, almost lanky. Hair Color: Black. Hair Style: Short, messy, parted to the left. Eye Color: Blue. Skin Color: Slightly tanned. Body Mods/Scars/Distinguishing Marks: He has a lot of bite & scratch scars.
Personality/Skills: Habits: Smoking, avoiding emotional conversations at ALL COSTS. Fears/Phobias: Losing the people he cares about. Hobbies: Being reckless, destroying stuff, mechanics. Talents: Playing the guitar, singing, being a jerk. Weapon(s): Guitar, Golf Club ("Swagsaber"). Other (Background, ETC.): He's immune to the virus. Can't tell you why. He just is. I didn't make him.
OOC: Screen Name: ☆ ROCKY ☆ Age: 18
Basic: Full Name: Johnny Mackenzie Nickname(s) or Alias: “Rockstar”, “Rocky” Gender & Pronouns: Male; he/him Age & Birthday: 25; April 20th Sexuality & Romantic Orientation: At least a little bit gay Relationship Status: N/A
Looks: Height: 6’0 Frame: Tall & skinny Hair Color: Blonde Hair Style: Short & feathery, kinda spiky. Eye Color: Blue Skin Color: Pale, usually dusty from dirt/smudged guyliner. Body Mods/Scars/Distinguishing Marks: None visible-- There's a red bandana tied around his upper thigh that hides a bite mark he took not too long ago.
Personality/Skills: Habits: Smoking Fears/Phobias: Dying Hobbies: Singing, playing the guitar. Talents: Singing, playing the guitar. Weapon(s): It’s a guitar but it’s shaped like a battleaxe. Other (Background, ETC.): He was world famous before the apocalypse happened.
OOC: Screen Name: › ɴepтυɴe Age: 17
Basic: Full Name: Ramona Marigold Rodriguez Nickname(s) or Alias: "Mona" and "'Mo" to friends, "Gearhead" to strangers. Gender & Pronouns: Female - She/her Age & Birthday: 17 - May 31st Sexuality & Romantic Orientation: Pansexual & Panromantic Relationship Status: lmao
Looks: Height: 5'3" Frame: Average - some chub, some curves? idk Hair Color: Dark brown Hair Style: Huge mass of curly messy fluff Eye Color: Hazel green-brown Skin Color: Tanned olive with lots of freckles Body Mods/Scars/Distinguishing Marks:
Personality/Skills: Habits: Sleeping 'til midday, forgetting to eat, getting oil smudged all over her face somehow. Fears/Phobias: Being alone Hobbies: Gardening, mechanics, tinkering in general, sleeping. Talents: Good at repairing vehicles and most machinery. Can grow anything if the soil isn't sour. Other (Background, ETC.): Before the outbreak, Ramona was an immigrant from Cuba. She speaks fluent English with an accent.
OOC: Screen Name: › ɴepтυɴe Age: 17
Basic: Full Name: Alex Saints Nickname(s) or Alias: "Saint" to any stranger Gender & Pronouns: Genderfluid, shifts between she/her and they/them Age & Birthday: 19 - June 10th Sexuality & Romantic Orientation: likes everyone, probably pan Relationship Status: lol
Looks: Height: 5'10" Frame: Lean, lanky, kinda awkward-ish Hair Color: Deep red Hair Style: Short, fluffy, permanent bedhead Eye Color: Grey Skin Color: Pale and freckles Body Mods/Scars/Distinguishing Marks: Has a few tats. Yellow lightning bolt on left side of neck, thick black stick-n-poke tattoo on right shoulder that reads 'VERY MUCH ALIVE'. Has other various small stick-n-poke tattoos, such as 'pretty wise', an alien head, various x's here and there, etc.
Personality/Skills: Habits: Smoking, drinking, inhaling food all at once, bites nails, messes with hair too much. Fears/Phobias: Heights, animals, drowning. Hobbies: Singing, playing most instruments, good at running. Did track and field in high school. Talents: Singing, knows her way around most instruments, good runner. Other (Background, ETC.): Alex has never disclosed where she's from, or really any of her life.
OOC: Screen Name: Sweetclover1 Age: 18
Basic: Full Name: Emory Annamarie Abernathy Nickname(s) or Alias: "Em" to those who knew her "before", "Ajax" or "AJ" to anyone "after" Gender & Pronouns: She/her Age & Birthday: 18, February 13 Sexuality & Romantic Orientation: Straight Relationship Status: lol nope
Looks: Height: 5'1/2'' Frame: Slight, thinnish but built like a runner Hair Color: Dark brown Hair Style: Wavy, 90% of the time out of control, so its usually in a french braid. Or a military-style bun. Eye Color: Dark brown Skin Color: olive colored Body Mods/Scars/Distinguishing Marks: She has a tattoo on her left shoulder that is a tribal sun, and a small tattoo on her wrist that says "Hope is stronger than fear", this tattoo is actually used to cover up a scar. She also has a scar over her heart.
Personality/Skills: Habits: Nail biting, tapping out rhythms on her legs, and eating food in a specific order. Fears/Phobias: Has a horrible fear of needles, like, crippling fear of needles. She fears failure on almost every level, and has a, as she puts it, healthy fear of falling. Hobbies: She collects pretty looking rocks, reading (if she can get her hands on books), and taking in strays. Still practices music, as well. Talents: She's a decent shot with a gun, good at keeping people together, and is decent when it comes to percussion. Other (Background, ETC.): As the outbreak occurred and schools shut down she may have stolen three carts full of books, a snare drum, and some stuff from the chemistry lab, along with drumsticks, mallets, and a cowbell. You know, priorities.
OOC: Screen Name: di-stri Age: 19 I was already wearing tight pants
Basic: Full Name: Tobias Tyler Crow Nickname(s) or Alias: Usually goes by Tobias, though sometimes Toby or- if he's feeling especially mysterious, just Crow Gender & Pronouns: Male; he/him Age & Birthday: 19 - August 20th Sexuality & Romantic Orientation: at least 91% gay Relationship Status: forever alone
Looks: Height: 5'8" Frame: slender, almost feminine Hair Color: very pale blonde, almost white Hair Style: short in the back and kinda spiky; long bangs, which come down to about his mid-chest and which he tucks behind his ears. Eye Color: blue-gray with a copper ring around the pupil Skin Color: porcelain, though he's starting to get a slight tan now that he's forced to go outside or die Body Mods/Scars/Distinguishing Marks: burn scars running down his arms and covering parts of his chest, neck, and face.
Personality/Skills: Habits: being vague about his backstory; hoarding anything that might potentially ever be useful Fears/Phobias: fire, drugs, younger siblings Hobbies: drinking to forget his sins Talents: bottling up his emotions and being flippant about the literal apocalypse Other (Background, ETC.): Raised in the rural area away from town by his single mother. He had four siblings: two older, two younger. Without giving too much away prematurely, Tobias tended to have to fend for the younger two, often defending them from the bullying of the elder two as well. After the infection hit, they were confined to their small piece of farmland, where they built a wall around the property. As one would expect, being in such tight quarters all the time wore on the family's already-strenuous relationship, until such time as the infected managed to break through their wall. To summarize, Tobias's elderly grandmother who lived with them was killed, sparking an argument with his mother & elder siblings which resulted in a fist-fight that caused candles to be knocked over and start a housefire. In some way or another, he lost his entire family that day, and has wandered on his own since, trying to stay unseen and out of populated areas, where there are the most infected.
OOC: Screen Name: ★ SWAG ★ Age: 17
Basic: Full Name: Gabriel Kell Nickname(s) or Alias: "One" Gender & Pronouns: Male, He/Him Age & Birthday: 31; Jan 20th Sexuality & Romantic Orientation: ? Relationship Status: ---
Looks: Height: 6'7'' Frame: Muscular, but like. Fat fit. He's on the chubby side. Hair Color: Black. Hair Style: Comes down to about his neck. Messy. Eye Color: Yellow. Skin Color: Too pale. Body Mods/Scars/Distinguishing Marks: He has small scars under his bottom lip from where he had snake bites as a teenager, and there's a bite mark on his left bicep that is never visible.
Personality/Skills: Habits: He smiles when he spaces out. It's kind of creepy. Fears/Phobias: Unknown. Hobbies: He has a strange affinity for Space Jam. Also he likes to knit, and he pretty much only eats zombies. Talents: He moves crazy fast and he's strong. Weapon(s): He doesn't use any. Other (Background, ETC.): He's infected. Everybody knows that, but Oliver will either straight up deny it or say he's different. He is Oliver's best friend, and they met long before the apocalypse. He's only permitted to stay in camp because of Oliver's promise to make him his responsibility, and he tends to distance himself from the other survivors. His mind hasn't started to go yet- not any more gone than it had been before he was infected, anyway, and he fights off his cravings for people by eating the infected parts Oliver collects for him on his outs with Johnny.
OOC: Screen Name: Spicy Doge Age: 18
Basic: Full Name: Thomas O'reilly Nickname(s) or Alias: N/A Gender & Pronouns: Male Age & Birthday: 28 Sexuality & Romantic Orientation: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single
Looks: Height: 6'1 Frame: Athletic Build slightly lean, but muscular. Hair Color: Dark brown hair Hair Style: Long hair that falls to about his shoulders with a heavy beard. Eye Color: Gray Skin Color: Almost paper white pale. Body Mods/Scars/Distinguishing Marks: He has a tattoo of a snake that circles around his left arm.
Personality/Skills: Habits: Smoking, Drinking, and tapping his leg when nervous. Fears/Phobias: Reptiles, he doesn't scream however he won't go anywhere near them from a snake to a gecko. Hobbies: Jin Jitsu, and Wrestling Talents: Being an ex-professional fighter he knows how to take, and deal out damage with his fists. He is also good with most physical activities. Weapon(s): Barbed wire bat, and revolver Other (Background, ETC.): Thomas was born in a irish family, and his whole life he always enjoyed the art of fighting. So he ended up dropping out of high school, and spending his entire life training for his dream job of being a professional fighter. He's done it all in this career field being both a professional fighter, and professional wrestler. He's done scripted fights, and real fights. He was recently on vacation when this virus hit, and now he uses his fighting skills to help him in this new world.
OOC: Screen Name: › ɴepтυɴe Age: 17
Basic: Full Name: Dante Morado Nickname(s) or Alias: "Diablo" to strangers. Gender & Pronouns: Demiboy - he/him or they/them Age & Birthday: 20 - October 30th Sexuality & Romantic Orientation: Bisexual Relationship Status: lmao
Looks: Height: 6'5" Frame: Beefy, kinda like a bear Hair Color: Dyed purple with black roots Hair Style: Mohawk Eye Color: Light brown Skin Color: Tan Body Mods/Scars/Distinguishing Marks: Lots of ear piercings, a septum ring, and tons of dark tattoos. Most notable one is a goat skull on his right forearm.
Personality/Skills: Habits: Drinking, smoking, eating literally anything, fiddling with whatever he gets his hands on, not sleeping. Fears/Phobias: Getting bit Hobbies: Reading, playing the drums, carving Talents: Playing the drums, carving, marksmanship, cooking Weapon(s): Brass knuckles, a few throwing knives, and a shotgun. Other (Background, ETC.): Dante is a lonely punk nerd who is a huge scary bear, but actually a gentle giant. Doesn't like being around too many people. He was living alone when the outbreak started. Has been alone the entire time.
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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Sept 21, 2016 18:20:03 GMT -5
(( this looks so cool :0
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Post by BB-8 on Sept 21, 2016 18:21:34 GMT -5
when u busy so you shouldn't join anything ehhhh
can I ask from what site you two came from? Like, used to/also rp on? Cuz some of the terms you use aren't a thing over here lol I'm curious
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Post by ❆ hσnєчfrσst on Sept 21, 2016 18:39:04 GMT -5
(( thank you! im glad you like it! :D ))
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Post by sɴᴏᴏᴢɪɴɢғᴇʟɪɴᴇ🌸 on Sept 21, 2016 18:45:48 GMT -5
(( I'll join soon lemme just clean up around the house
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Post by ❆ hσnєчfrσst on Sept 21, 2016 18:47:27 GMT -5
(( I'll join soon lemme just clean up around the house (( take your time! ))
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Post by BB-8 on Sept 21, 2016 18:54:11 GMT -5
Ah, it's not that I don't understand. Just, terms like paragraph style vs script and app(lications) aren't really terms I've seen used on here
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Post by venus on Sept 21, 2016 23:16:21 GMT -5
this is so neat, i love it. also its refreshing to see a different type of character form than the usual "name, age, description, personality" c: definitely joining. i'll get a form up soon
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Post by ❆ hσnєчfrσst on Sept 21, 2016 23:18:04 GMT -5
this is so neat, i love it. also its refreshing to see a different type of character form than the usual "name, age, description, personality" c: definitely joining. i'll get a form up soon (( thank you! great! looking forward to it! :) ))
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Sept 21, 2016 23:33:41 GMT -5
I'll join this I have some characters I want to use and I have an urge for apocalypse. I'm on an iPad tho so I'll be a while with the forums these are also brand new charries)
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Post by ❆ hσnєчfrσst on Sept 21, 2016 23:35:22 GMT -5
I'll join this I have some characters I want to use and I have an urge for apocalypse. I'm on an iPad tho so I'll be a while with the forums these are also brand new charries) (( awesome!! take your time, love! ))
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Sept 21, 2016 23:43:14 GMT -5
I'll probably definitely have my two or three characters up by Saturday. I just created them this week so I need to really think about them but I will join this hopefully lol
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Post by venus on Sept 22, 2016 0:11:13 GMT -5
ayy alrighty c: & dont worry about it yo. i'd rather wait til one goes up tbh cause man oh man im bad at starters :v sorry
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Post by venus on Sept 22, 2016 10:15:08 GMT -5
good morning c:
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Post by venus on Sept 22, 2016 18:08:46 GMT -5
/lurks
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Post by ❆ hσnєчfrσst on Sept 22, 2016 19:44:44 GMT -5
((sorry about the wait! we're working on a start to put up soon, until then we appreciate your patience! :D))
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Post by venus on Sept 22, 2016 20:04:15 GMT -5
its altight rocky c: take your time
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Post by venus on Sept 23, 2016 21:09:06 GMT -5
anyone on?
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Post by venus on Sept 23, 2016 23:12:41 GMT -5
no problemo c: take ur time. ill be on tonight but im probably gonna be very poofy, sorry guys
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Bisexual
VΛMPIЯΣ
this is phobic. not of anything, im just scared.
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Post by VΛMPIЯΣ on Sept 23, 2016 23:45:18 GMT -5
[as a preface for all those currently here; rocky n i decided theres already a camp set up. your characters do not have to be completely close to or familiar to ours, but they should know each other. anybody that joins later can decide whether they want to have previous ties to the camp or be a straggler. that's all.]
"None of you babies better have gotten bit while we were out." As if the jeep's speakers couldn't be heard a mile and a half away, Swag felt the need to announce his and Rocky's return to camp. Grinning from ear to ear, he hopped out of the vehicle and sauntered toward the supply room, waving over his shoulder noncommittally as he did. "Not like it'd really matter. When does anybody else pull their own weight anyways?" His tone was never anywhere near scathing, but that didn't change how much he meant it.
"Whatever. Point is, I got a sh*t ton of necessities. Y'know, Pepsi, Lunchables, the works. You can thank me later." Swag hung on the door frame as he swung inside, dumping his pack on the ground. Somebody else could sort it all out later; that kind of peasant job was something he'd ever do. He'd gotten it, after all- why should he have to put it away? Everybody else was lazy enough as it was, so it was officially not his problem.
"Oh yeah, and Poprocks grabbed some water or something. I dunno. Didn't really pay attention to the boring grabs." He came out of the building wiping his hands on his pants and looking down at the blood on his gloves. Damn. He hadn't wanted to wash his clothes yet. Whatever. Not like the river was very far, but he was lazy if the motivator wasn't being reckless and annoying. He could probably stick it out in these bad boys for at least another day before they started to smell like sweat, and that was really what mattered. "I'd ask if we missed anything fun, but let's be real. Without me and Rocky, you're all just half dead and waiting to get there."
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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 24, 2016 0:00:19 GMT -5
Ajax, who had been tucked away in the pillars of what once was the library, peered out, curious as to what they actually got, and if it would be of worth to her. She had considered going out and scavenging with them, but instead opted to stay and work on picking the locks on some of the still-locked buildings. It had been her who insisted on the survivors not trashing everything they found, and not breaking through doors and windows. After all, they needed some form of protection just in case... Well, you know what could happen. She had begun working on the locks on the library- her personal goal was to get all of the buildings unlocked by next week- but had quickly become distracted by the prospect of practicing some music. After an hour or two of playing, though, she got back to work and was able to get the library open, which offered them both above and below ground protection, not to mention all of the supplies that could possibly be at their disposal, if it hadn't been ransacked before the librarians officially shut the place down. Slipping her sticks into her back pocket, she made her way down the stair steps, not exactly approaching them-she was personally not the biggest fan of this "Swag" character, but, being human and therefore a pack animal by nature, she decided to join them. For better or for worse, they did know how to keep everyone alive. For now. "Did you get any seeds?" She asked, already thinking about creating their own food supply. If they could just get there hands on some tomatoes, bell peppers, or really anything they would be set. "Any animals?" She added. In hindsight, she probably should have asked them before hand about grabbing some, but she was hoping that at least one of them had the common sense to plan for the long term. She felt a pang, wishing she could get to where her grandmother used to live, she lived on a large farm that had all the produce and meat that anyone could ever ask for.
(Hope this is okay! Im assuming they set up camp in a city since they're all teens and they'd want to go somewhere familiar?)
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Post by venus on Sept 24, 2016 0:16:48 GMT -5
The commotion had pulled Ramona out of her deep concentration; the girl was currently sorting through an old pile of junk she had found herself while scavenging a while back, and only now had the time to look through it. Her hefty brown gloves were smudged with black oil and dirt, wiping the grime off of old tarnished metal before she tossed the car part to the side. She was the one who helped maintain their vehicles up, and gardened with Ajax as well. The contrast of her interests was, well, interesting. Organics and inorganics. The girl could get a car up and running in a day, and grow a plant out of a boot if given good soil and seeds. Swag's comment left a trace of a frown on her face. She had been surviving on her own for quite the while before residing in the camp with the others. Her other friends had been bitten, so the Latina had gotten an old motorcycle up and running and eventually fell upon the camp. It was better to stay in groups, she reckoned. People gone off solo were easy pickings for the biters. "Thanks," Ramona nodded to them without much of a look, grabbed a lukewarm soda, and sat down to get back to her work. She was hoping to find something specific for her bike.
"'Cause you guys are really the afterlife of the party, right?" Alex wasn't one to hide their sarcasm, though they did have to admit, they hadn't done much that day. The redhead had done their own laundry, but scrubbing off her small amount of clothes in the river didn't take too long, 'cause after that it was just waiting for them to dry. A ways off, the clothes line shook, shirts and pants fluttering slightly from the wind. Alex carded a hand through their hair, leaned against the doorframe of an old building.
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VΛMPIЯΣ
this is phobic. not of anything, im just scared.
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Post by VΛMPIЯΣ on Sept 24, 2016 0:52:28 GMT -5
"Did you forget that it was plants that got us into this mess, princess?" Swag snorted as he took a few steps and dropped onto the curb, cracking open a Pepsi and looking up at her. For probably the hundredth time, he wondered why they had to stick around with these idiots. Who the f**k built camp in the city during a zombie apocalypse? Y'know, the place where all the zombies would be? This definitely wouldn't be the last time he'd be mentally cursing Rocky out for being so... What was the word? Y'know, willing to try things, believing in the future... OPTIMISTIC. That was it. Ew. "No animals, no plants. Not while the infection is around. Thought you were supposed to be the smart one- why are you leaving the thinking to me? It's not my job. The infection's not even my problem. I'm bulletproof.
"And f**k yeah we are. Who else is gonna take that title? You?" Swag laughed, ignoring Ramona's 'thanks' and gunning it into comeback city. Grinning, he turned to Alex, hand shoved into his jacket pocket as he blindly rifled for something. "You couldn't even pump up your- Aw, s**t." He pulled his hand out of his pocket, little red candy crystals clinging to his gloves. He'd never known disappointment like the kind he was feeling right now. "Spilled my poprocks. Those b**ch*ss slugs are ruining my life."
[works for me.]
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sweetclover1
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Post by sweetclover1 on Sept 24, 2016 1:27:39 GMT -5
"We don't know that for sure. And, anyways, its always clear when somethings infected. There are signs that you look for, and once the plant or animal exhibits those signs you burn it, before things get nasty. We can't live off of junk food forever." Ajax argued, a scowl on her face. It was beyond her why he was so against beginning to grow natural foods again. If they could just keep the food source away from the normal air above ground, it shouldn't be a problem. Thats why she had been set on picking locks. One of these places was bound to have a green house where they could isolate the foods whilst growing them, and the library had a partial unfinished basement with a large window and a door that lead out to a small backyard, something that could sustain animals... If Swag would ever listen to reason. For the umpteenth time she wondered what he was on exactly, or if he was missing a few braincells. Or a brain. That could be possible. She let out a snort when he found out he had spilt his pop rocks, serves him right. she thought, deciding that Swag wasn't worthy of any of the goodness of pop rocks.
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VΛMPIЯΣ
this is phobic. not of anything, im just scared.
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Post by VΛMPIЯΣ on Sept 24, 2016 2:52:54 GMT -5
"I lived off junk food before the world went to s**t, and I plan to continue living my life as close to that as possible until I die in some sort of cool, fiery explosion. But hey, what you do is none of my business." Swag leaned back, getting out the now half-full pop rocks package and dumping them into his soda can. Everybody had some disgusting habits, right? No, what was he saying. Pop rocks in Pepsi wasn't disgusting- it was a gift. A god given gift. Like him. "You wanna risk your life for some bacon? No sweat off my back. Just don't come crying to me when Porky bites you. I'll let One* turn you into a cannibal kebab." He paused to take a sip and grinned again, the soda still in his mouth. Speaking of One, where was that guy? Whatever. It wasn't like Swag was his babysitter, but... He couldn't say he trusted him alone with all these weird kids. Nobody was too keen on having to bunk with an infected, but Swag had made a promise. And he kept those. Or, at least he tried to.
With a swift turn of his head to the right and a pop from his neck, he cleared his mind of the thought. One was a grown man. He could take care of his messy self. And on the subject of taking care of himself... "Where'd the med-kit go by the way? Got a nasty bite on my side," He paused to pat it gingerly, taking another quick swig of his Pepsi. "And being bulletproof doesn't make me immune to pain."
*[one is another character im taking on (his name is actually gabriel). he'll come in later, once rocky is up to put his sheet in.]
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VΛMPIЯΣ
this is phobic. not of anything, im just scared.
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Post by VΛMPIЯΣ on Sept 24, 2016 3:21:10 GMT -5
[psa to members: if your form is already on the "characters" list, could you delete your post? they're long and clog the actual thread. i'm also going to get an application thread running to keep it as unclogged as possible. i plan to delete all of my posts that aren't responses except this one as well. thank you.]
*[update: the application thread is up and running. please do not resubmit your forms once you delete your posts. that will just make it confusing for everybody. though, if you decide you would like to take on another character, their form must be filled out and posted under that thread. it is linked at the top of the forms post. thanks again.]
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