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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 8, 2016 17:33:45 GMT -5
If you watch The Walking Dead, is there anyone who would like to do a TWD/zombie rp with me??? Post at least a paragraph per rp post. To join, fill out the form below along with a starter post! Name : Gender : Age : SN ---- Lamarcus "L.J" Jordan : Male : 19 : Smokey Feather Mackenzie "Kenzie" Burton : Female : 17 : TheFlyingDutchman
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 17:35:26 GMT -5
Wait, you do TWD???? Yes!!! I've been waiting for someone to make a walking dead rp, I'll do that with you
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 8, 2016 17:37:00 GMT -5
Awesome x3 If we do TWD, you'd be okay with rping Oc characters right? :3
Oh, and have you watched Season 6??? ;~;
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 17:48:06 GMT -5
I only do OCs in any fandom rp, and of course I have seen every single season)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 8, 2016 17:52:14 GMT -5
Alrighty! So, any ideas on a plot? :3
I cried for 6 ;_; I've read the comics though, so what happened isn't too surprising.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 18:28:40 GMT -5
Not really, but I don't think we really need one for the beginning of the rp
I'm going to cry myself to sleep if it's Daryl or anyone except Rosita. I think Rosita is okay. Anyway, I already know it's not Rick or Carl)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 8, 2016 18:35:32 GMT -5
Okay, should we have a character sheet of sorts? Or just jump in and describe through rp?
I feel like it's going to be Eugene, Glenn or Abraham :T
And on a random note, do you ever think that Rick says "Carl" like "Coral" sometimes, or am I just that one weirdo? :3
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Post by tardisflame459 on Oct 8, 2016 18:41:01 GMT -5
I think it is either Glenn Daryl or Abraham.
I'd totally join a walking dead rp
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 18:46:23 GMT -5
I prefer to describe through the rp
I'm going to put my money on Glenn, Daryl or Abraham also.
Yes he does say Coral))
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Post by tardisflame459 on Oct 8, 2016 18:50:59 GMT -5
He totally says coral at least once an episode,)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 18:55:27 GMT -5
I want a shirt with Rick yelling and underneath him would say: CORAL!!!)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 8, 2016 20:15:09 GMT -5
We can describe through rp, but at least post a character name, their gender and age :3
We'll find out on the 23rd >:3
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 20:32:29 GMT -5
You got it boss
Mackenzie 'Kenzie' Burton : Female : 17
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 8, 2016 20:34:54 GMT -5
Here's my guy :3
Lamarcus "L.J" Jordan : Male : 19
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So, should they be a group or be alone then meet up? :3
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 20:41:57 GMT -5
Mine will be a loner at first and then she will group up)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 8, 2016 20:43:29 GMT -5
(Alrighty, then go ahead and post your own starter, and I'll jump in? :3)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 20:45:00 GMT -5
Okay, but I'm warning you, I post long starters)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 21:29:22 GMT -5
Apocalypse. That's the scientific term to describe the world now, but if you wanted a better description, one could call it hell with less fire. The cities were wasted, crumbling, burned, and skeletons of their former glory. The world was silent now, hardly a bird dared to chirp. The low moaning of the dead was all that could be heard. Zombies, growlers, undead, biters, walkers. They were all the same. Decaying smelly sacks of flesh that don't hesitate to eat anything moving besides each other. This was the world now, this was probably eighty percent of the human population now. If you did not accept that, you were as good as dead too. Although dead was a very opinionated term. Someone could be dead inside, they could have cold dead eyes, or like most people, physically dead. Mackenzie might as well be considered dead inside. She watched as the rest of her group get eaten without batting an eye. It was not that she was selfish, she just didn't know how to be alone again until they died. Alone was better than in a group. Betrayal existed, lies existed, and violence exsisted. The only difference between being alone and being with others is that there was no betrayl. As there was no one to betray. Mackenzie prefered it that way. Not having anyone else to look out for besides herself, not having someone's blood on her hands. It was just her out here in what used to be Colorado. With her trusty Colt Python with a six inch barrel. Cost her a fortune but who knew that she would be using it for something like this. The end of the world.
Mackenzie was making her way to a convenience store. Well, it was certainly convenient, since she was running low on water. Looking at the old Loaf n' Jug that she used to get gas from for her car made her fall into a pensive mood. But she could not stay in that state for long, the worst place to be is in the open. Where people or walkers could see you. There was trash scattered over the road and the wind carried a plastic bag well over her head. She took a deep breath before entering the store. Someone appeared to have been here well before her, since the glass doors were more like door frames now. She made her way inside, avoiding the glass on the floor. There was only one way to tell walkers were round though, she learned this from a friend. A long dead one, or at least, she assumed he was dead. Mackenzie had lost contact with him. She whistled, low and long. To test if there were walkers in the building. Silence. She walked a few more paces inside, pacing the aisles of the store. Food cans and boxes lay all over the floor, obviously no one had bothered picking them up. What point would there be in that? She picked up boxes that intrested her, she smiled when she saw a box of Oreos. Mackenzie took her backpack off of her shoulder and unzipped the biggest pocket, placing the Oreos inside before continuing to look around some more. When Mackenzie checked her watch the time was 1305. A good time to be out. Bright enough to see walkers, and know where you are headed. She tucked some of her light brown hair behind her ear that decided to leave her braid. It was frayed in some areas, but no one had time to worry about how their hair looked in the apocalypse. She got on her toes the see the over some of the other aisle, as she was not exactly tall. Try 5'5". Laughable to some at 17 and not weighing more than 110 pounds. Again, Laughable. She remembered how her friends would all say she made them look fat and smiled a little, but then steeled her face again, now was not the time to day dream.
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Post by tardisflame459 on Oct 8, 2016 21:51:26 GMT -5
Drake:19, tall with black hair and green eyes, always carries tomahawks throwing knives and his dad's old revolver.) Drake sat quietly in the shadows watching Mackenzie. this girl is interesting. He thought to himself.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 8, 2016 22:03:11 GMT -5
(Tardis~ That reply is way too short for my liking. I'm going to make a requirement to post at least a paragraph)
(Dutch~ I'll have my reply up soon)
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Post by tardisflame459 on Oct 8, 2016 22:07:36 GMT -5
I am sorry. I am on my phone and I was trying to reply while my sister was in dollar tree.)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2016 22:08:11 GMT -5
That starter took my like half an hour XD. That's one of my longer starters. I usually post about one of those paragraphs or a couple sentences less))
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 8, 2016 23:53:19 GMT -5
(I hope this is okay. The actual interaction part is short because this would be their first time meeting XD)
And evil shall inherit the Earth. How true that was.
Remember when you said you'd do so well in the apocalypse? How you had a plan, even joked about it with friends? Oh, how the ones still alive wished it was just jokes. Sadly, no. The dead stirred in wrath, and took out their anger on the living. Cutting down the population so quickly, so easily. It made him laugh.
Walking nearby was a hulking, 6'1 figure. As he walked among the trash and death, little sound was made. Even though he passed and walked among the evil that inherited the Earth, he was not attacked. The coat he was wearing was soaked in zombie parts. Lovely, yes? It allowed him free passage though, the rotting corpses only groaning their way past him. It had been that quiet life for a long while. And any dead that he needed to silence, he used his favored ninjato swords. It was no longer terrifying though. Walking among the monsters, having to face the new evolution of the world. All its trash and death and dirt. It was also no longer terrifying to walk the new world alone as a person. He had been with a few college friends for a while before two got eaten, and one "opted out" after. So now he was numbers fewer. All that followed him was his bigger wagon (which wasn't full enough to his liking), and a monkey. Yes, a monkey. A little Patas, which had enough sense to remain quiet. The smaller figure was even wearing his own little poncho covered in walker insides.
Looking around, his dreadlocked hair shifted on his broad shoulders and back, his striking green eyes narrowing as he looked for food stores. Sighing, he crouched to his companion (who he saved at a zoo he was at with those college friends before it all went down. And yes, he saved a monkey), and tapped the little monkey's head, saying as he pointed to the convenient store "Go check it out, Pappy." Of course, the animal didn't understand English, but Pappy the Patas had been trained to understand gestures and touches. Lamarcus watched his pet run off toward a convenient store nearby, while the black-skinned man turned to go check out an old restaurant nearby for any food. Pulling his wagon, carrying his backpack, he got to work. Go to a city, make a quick sweep, and get back out.
Pappy found his way to where someone (Kenzie) was already poking around. The monkey kept quiet, avoiding her to get to a can of peaches he saw on the floor a distance away. When her back was turned, the monkey crept past. Grabbing the can, he actually managed to carry it and set it outside of the building, feet not even making a sound on the dusty old floor. Going back in again, Lamarcus was beginning to make his way over. It was more or less a mistake, as the Patas he owned chattered softly, like he did to tell Lamarcus that he found supplies. Great, alert the other person. The large guy had seen Mackenzie upon coming close enough to the convenient store. Silently groaning, he watched as Pappy the Patas ran over to greet the new person. Or maybe to try and greet the Oreos he smelled in her backpack. "He won't bite if you won't," Lamarcus spoke quietly, as not to attract the dead. He stayed where he was, only moving some so he was inside the store. Not in the mood to get shot, stabbed or wounded by whatever weapon the girl had, he kept his distance. Unless she murdered Pappy, then he'd kill her. He couldn't see his companion from where he was, but he could tell the monkey was still with her, hearing the Patas move around. Good thing there weren't many walkers around. Most of them were zoned out, for now. Shaking his head a bit, he continued "You mind sending him back over? Just nudge him with your foot." Lamarcus talked casually, quietly. Almost as if he were talking with a friend. He wasn't planning on becoming friends with Mackenzie though. You didn't make friends in this new world. If you did, you either watched them die or turn on you. Lamarcus had the knife wound to prove it. Good thing he had been studying and going to med school when everything spiraled downward. Patched himself up. He actually only had medical supplies on him, and very little food. Which was why he was making a trip into a city. Lamarcus usually traveled away from the fallen living spaces and crumbled buildings. It was actually sad to see, how bad the cities had gotten. How many people died. Still, he needed to survive, so that meant dealing with it. Dealing with the dead. Alone. And no, Pappy didn't count. L.J hadn't talked to an actual person in a long, long while.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 0:36:28 GMT -5
Holy crap, I'll try to match that the best I can ^^")
Mackenzie got back down on her feet like usual when she could not see anything that intrested her on the shelves against the walls. Which may have been a good thing, now she did not need to climb up and make a lot of noise. Sights and sounds were what walkers were attracted to. And if you were close enough, smells. People and walkers have very distinctive smell, one smelled like rotting corpses and the other like he dirt and grime that came from this demolished world. They left scars that the Earth would never heal from, and an disease no one knew anything about. Mackenzie heard little information about the disease besides if you get bit you turn. She heard that everyone had the disease in them. It was only activated after death however. Still, with some of the people she has met, Mackenzie is surprised that the disease had not affected them already.
She sighed, knowing she would have to sort through more garbage and food to find water. It seems someone was smart enough to get here and collect water too. They weren't as lucky as they thought they were though for taking all the water. It could mean several things for them. One, they had more to carry and it would slow the down, two, they had a group. And groups were dangerous. Even if they were made up of family you never know who anyone really is until they are in a particularly stressful situation like facing a horde of walkers. However, by then, it was much too late. Either you were dead, or they were. She bit her lip in thought, thinking about checking in the back for more water bottles. However, those thoughts could not go too far before she heard something. An animal. Mackenzie pulled her gun out of the holster quickly and with ease. She aimed it at the...monkey? A monkey, has apparently made it's way to Colorado. It would be best to shoot it now, she didn't want it to start making too much noise and get her killed. She was about to pull the trigger before it started coming up to her. She lowered it slightly, making sure that she was able to ready it if necessary. Mackenzie was tempted to kick it away, but it would only make noise. She kept mostly still, watching every move the monkey made. Her brown eyes trying to watch both the door and the monkey was difficult, but it became a lot harder when she heard a voice. It terrified her, but she did not let it show. Mackenzie just lifted her Colt Python towards the door, assuming the person was around there. She had not heard the voice of a living person in about two years. Two years she had been alone out here. Nearly dying multiple times and killing more walkers than she bothered to count. They did not matter to her anymore. They were the shells of people, and even if they were people she would kill them if they meant harm. Mackenzie was ot afraid to hurt others. As bad as it may sound.
Mackenzie did not send the monkey back over yet. She was unsure what the man planned to do. With or without the monkey. "What are you doing here?" she asked him, jaw clenched. Mackenzie ignored his orders. He sounded like he did not mean any harm, but people are deceiving. In this world and the one before. Mackenzie's eyes darted around the room every often, still trying to pin point whoever was there.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 9, 2016 1:35:35 GMT -5
(Dutch~ My starter was just long. If you want I can post less? :3)
And then she finally answered him. At least she didn't have the kill first talk later approach. Her question though, made him blink. Why else would he be there besides looking for food? The thought made him chuckle softly. It was actually a nice sound. After his laugh, he spoke once again.
"Same as you, ma'am," Lamarcus answered "Surviving. Now, I don't like repeating myself. I plan to split when I get Pappy back, no intent on taking your stuff." He could see Pappy as the monkey began sniffing at Mackenzie, tugging at her clothes a little. The Patas chattered softly as he examined her. Lamarcus sighed, and took a few steps forward, his large feet making surprisingly little sound. Tilting his head, he could hear groaning in the distance. Scratching the stubble on his jaw, he continued "Hear them? If you aren't sending my monkey over, grab him and bring him to me. I'm not fond of the idea of dealing with walkers today. Too lazy." Lamarcus didn't feel like talking to some possible weirdo. Well, everyone was a possible weirdo in the apocalypse.
"I've got other, possibly better places to be," he chuckled "Still hoping to find a safe place. For the night anyway." As he spoke all that time, his voice was low, remaining quiet. Honestly, Lamarcus and Pappy were good to go if they were quiet. The walker gut protection saw to that. He didn't see satisfaction in bringing walkers onto a stranger though. As he listened to the groans in the distance, slowly getting closer, he pulled out his swords slowly, just in case Mackenzie kept waiting enough to stall, and let the dead come. Briefly, he wondered what it was like to be a walker, in a herd. You always had company, didn't need much care. Still, it was lonely as you know what. Lamarcus could imagine being a walker, and the idea was depressing. It was unfortunate, for everyone who had to come back. He would get chewed out for feeling bad for them. Walkers were still people though, because people were still animals. They were no different than humans alive, honestly. The endless, greedy hunger. The vicious desire for blood. Like most people alive.
"Unless you attack me or my companion, I've got no reason to hurt you," Lamarcus reassured her "I'm no cannibal, so you're not food. You're going to defend the supplies you have, and I don't feel like going through that trouble." He then went dead silent, as three dead ones seemed to poof into existence, their groans suddenly so close. Depressed, shuffling by. Their slumping, sad bodies moved slowly, hissing and moaning as they trudged by. How the mighty have fallen. Humans reduced to such pitiful creatures. One seemed to have an actual frown almost, turning to glance at the store before moving on. Lamarcus had been quick to get behind a shelf, having heard the noise a little earlier. That, and his current... smell kept the walkers from taking notice. Ugh, that girl. He needed to leave, and leave now, before the rest of them came. Lamarcus could still hear the distant walkers, now a bit closer. Hesitating, he hissed softly "Whatever your name is, I need my pet back. I'm not getting eaten because you wanted to play Keep Away!"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 2:16:16 GMT -5
MacKenzie swallowed as she saw the man get closer. He was dark, his hair in dreadlocks, and of course taller than her. She would not stand a chance against him in the fight. For all she knew, his monkey could be more dangerous than Mackenzie herself. Primates were intelligent, they can learn by action, touch, even words depending on the species. Maybe that was why he wanted her to nudge him with her foot, perhaps he took commands by touch. Mackenzie could not live with an animal out here. Not in this world. She knew it would just die out here like everything else, and then, Mackenzie being vulnerable, would die soon after. It's better to not get attached to things. Emotions could even be dangerous out here. It might be best to just build up your wall and not trust people, but the reverse of the hay is if everyone did that, there would be no more human race. Not that there was much of one now. They were all dead.
Mackenzie listened to what he said, until she heard the walkers, roamers, biters, zombies, whatever you wanted to call them, they were here. It did not sound like many but that was one way they related to people, their deception. Walkers could show up one at a time but there could be more hiding in bushes or something and next thing you know, you're being eaten alive. Screaming for it to stop, but it won't until their hunger is satisfied or there is nothing left of you. She looked away from the man but looked back when he revealed the swords, an odd weapon to have in the apocolypse. But whatever kept you alive worked. She was prepared to shoot them, but the noise would not be a good thing. She really needed to fine a silencer next time she raided a place. Mackenzie nudged the monkey with her combat boots, not wanting to put up with this guy and monkey anymore than she had to already. She quickly ducked behind a shelf, making sure the walkers could not see her, but sat to where she could see them. The walkers did not seem to notice them, maybe they were just passing through. She wondered why they would move around. They can't starve, they are already dead. Why travel? Is there some migratory season for walkers due was not a where of for the past two years? As long as there was no mating season to produce more walkers Mackenzie was okay.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 9, 2016 2:22:02 GMT -5
(It's 2 in the morning where I am, and I'm tired x3 So I'm done for now. Too tired to type a good reply x3)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 10:04:55 GMT -5
Yeah it 0200 ish where I was too lol, I felt like staying up)
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Post by Smokey Feather on Oct 9, 2016 10:34:05 GMT -5
Pappy didn't even make a noise as he turned and left Mackenzie, returning to Lamarcus. The man peeped from behind his shelf, looking for any other walkers shuffling by. There was one, a straggler from earlier. After a moment of thinking, Lamarcus sheathed his swords, moved to grab it, and pull it inside. Pulling its thrashing form back behind the shelf, he proceeded to bash its head in with his glove covered fist, Pappy turned around so nothing got on his face. Lamarcus then used his hand to open the walker up. Just in case, before he and his pet left, he was going to apply fresh protection.
"You want in?" Lamarcus asked in that low, rumbling voice of his "Helps get past the dead." He smeared the disgusting stuff on his current coat. Good thing it was a spare, his other coat being used for cold days. Reaching out to smear some on the Patas beside him, Lamarcus was going to make his leave. Once he and Pappy were covered, he heard the ground loud that time. Standing up, he said "Whatever you choose, there's plenty left." With that, he motioned for Pappy to follow. Lamarcus' large figure eased his way out of the convenient store, his pet following. He saw Mackenzie as he passed her location, his mane-covered head glancing over. It was only for a moment though, before he continued on. The number of walkers around was beginning to increase, but they didn't rip the living to shreds as Lamarcus grabbed his wagon and slowly continued on. Honestly, it was... almost nice, talking with someone who could actually answer. Oh well though. Lamarcus didn't plan to lug another person around. He remembered finding a boy, about fourteen or fifteen, that just lost his parents. Lamarcus had to baby him, and still that boy got himself killed. Went running when Lamarcus said to stay out. Poor thing begged to be put down after two bites to the neck. Still, Lamarcus had cared for the boy. Sighing, he just trudged on like the other corpses, heading off to wherever. Maybe a neighborhood out even another abandoned store. Better to find shelter early, before it got dark. Even with his strategy, going out at night was very, very dangerous.
"What a life this is, huh?" he murmured quietly to a corpse that shuffled right beside him. Of course, the decaying woman only gurgled and groaned in response, not even looking at Lamarcus. The dark-skinned man could see a small herd coming. Again did he shake his head, thinking 'I hope that girl knows to split soon. That herd isn't going to pass over too quickly.'
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Post by tardisflame459 on Oct 9, 2016 14:08:03 GMT -5
Drake sat quietly in the shadows. He had been stalking Mackenzie for about 6 hours now, and he had another person to deal with, not to mention the monkey. He let out a soft sigh and smiled. well pops, things just got really interesting. I mean there is a monkey after all. he thought to himself. Remember that time that we went to the zoo and as those monkeys. I really miss the zoos, and the movies too. Man, I would kill to see a movie. He shook his head. day dreaming gets you killed. Remember what happened to your sister. She never even saw those walkers coming. He focused All of his attention on the two people in front of him... And the monkey.
He contemplated what he should do, Should I talk to them? Or should I wait? I don't want to kill them. They both seem like nice people. Not to mention, One of them has a monkey. A real life monkey. I don't think I should give myself away, so I will stay hidden. Drake was so focused on what he was going to do that he failed to notice the walker behind him till it got close, and let out a groan. He quickly turned around. Shoot! He quickly pulled out a tomahawk and implanted it in the walker's skull. It made a loud crunching noise as he killed it. Well They must know I am here now. He pulled his and out of the now twice dead corpse and walked out of the shadows with his hands up. "May I join the party?" He asked jokingly, "I don't bite... Too hard." He gave the two strangers a charismatic smile.
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