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Post by Blossomshadow on Dec 27, 2016 21:05:23 GMT -5
Her collar jingled as she lifted her head. A pair of eyes were staring at her. Another human. Finally, a nice-looking one. Her eyes gazed back at him, curious. She turned her head sideways, her tail beginning in a side to side motion. Her jaws parted as she started to pant a bit more. Hi there, cute-looking guy! As you here to rescue me?! I swear I'm actually just like you! Can you see right through me? Her thoughts screamed out, but nothing but gentle snapping and soft yipping that forced her to get to her feet. Her tail now had free reign now that she was on her paws, shaking from side to side in an excited state. Her collar was leather with a round gold tag. It read Madison.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 21:26:13 GMT -5
Clayton gave a larger smile, one that showed some of his white teeth. At least the dog didn't seem to mind him so far. Then again, it was only a view through a cage. He would have to talk to one of the staff members about the dog, since he had not seen it here before. It must have been rescued just this week, before Clayton's volunteer day. "What a cute dog." He said to no one but himself really. Then he noticed her collar as the metal caught the light. "Madison..." He read it out loud. If she had a collar, she must have an owner. The staff were probably trying to get contact information on their human. "Well that stinks. I was hoping you were up for adoption. Maybe one of the employees know something." He spoke to both Madison and himself.
What a disappointment though, Madison could have been the kind of dog he was looking for. But there was no point in taking her out of the cage to test her temperament if she belonged to somebody. Then again...there was no sign by the cage that said she was waiting for her owner. As if on cue, the owner started down this row of cages. She was an older woman, about 50 or so, but he knew her well. "Mrs. Moore?" He got her attention
"Hello Clayton. Stopping by for a visit?" She asked with a smile.
"No, I was looking at this dog actually." He motioned towards Madison.
"Her? She is available if that's what you're wondering. Don't let the collar throw you off." She walked away with that, Clayton assumed she was busy. After all, shelters were a lot of work. He couldn't imagine running one. It was already difficult to volunteer.
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Post by Blossomshadow on Dec 27, 2016 21:34:30 GMT -5
(It is so difficult to volunteer. lol. More difficult not taking animals home than anything else.)
Madison had moved closer to the kennel door since he had turned to talk to the nice lady. She sat and looked up at Clayton, getting excited, but keeping it contained. She yipped like a puppy, trying to contain her joy. Look at me now dude! Her tail continued to wag, tongue lolling out of her mouth. Come on dude, open the door please. I don't like it in here.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 21:46:12 GMT -5
Clayton turned back around after Mrs. Moore left and Madison had not ceased barking. He held his hands up as if in surrender and grinned. "Okay okay, you attention hog." He teased. But would dogs even understand him? Probably not. He had been going to college as a veterinarian in training and had been studying pretty much everything he could about dogs. Including they did not know speech, but simply sounds or actions and the reward after them.
Clayton unlocked the cage, knowing he didn't need permission to do so, he just needed permission to take dogs out of the building. He grabbed her collar to keep Madison from dashing off somewhere else in the building. "Happy now? Or did you want to go for a walk?" Who was he kidding, every dog loved walks. Except maybe English bulldogs and other similar breeds. He continued to hold onto her collar and grabbed a leash. Not the good kind with the hooks, but the simple temporary ones most shelters offered. He slipped it over her head and made sure it wasn't too tight around her neck.
{I can only imagine haha}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 9:45:16 GMT -5
{Any other takers?}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 20:42:49 GMT -5
Bump
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 21:02:23 GMT -5
{Yas please. I'm bored right now lol. Do you have a certain plot in mind or genre you are interested in?}
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Post by Blossomshadow on Dec 28, 2016 21:10:22 GMT -5
Clayton turned back around after Mrs. Moore left and Madison had not ceased barking. He held his hands up as if in surrender and grinned. "Okay okay, you attention hog." He teased. But would dogs even understand him? Probably not. He had been going to college as a veterinarian in training and had been studying pretty much everything he could about dogs. Including they did not know speech, but simply sounds or actions and the reward after them. Clayton unlocked the cage, knowing he didn't need permission to do so, he just needed permission to take dogs out of the building. He grabbed her collar to keep Madison from dashing off somewhere else in the building. "Happy now? Or did you want to go for a walk?" Who was he kidding, every dog loved walks. Except maybe English bulldogs and other similar breeds. He continued to hold onto her collar and grabbed a leash. Not the good kind with the hooks, but the simple temporary ones most shelters offered. He slipped it over her head and made sure it wasn't too tight around her neck. {I can only imagine haha} Madison dashed excitedly towards the nearest door, nearly pulling Clayton's arm from his socket. Come on dude! Let's go! Suddenly, she came to a sudden stop. What was around her neck? A leash? She turned and sideways-eyed the leash, glaring at it and the hot guy as if to say, Really dude? A leash? What do you think I am? A dog? Oh, wait, yeah you do. But seriously, take this degrading thing off my neck.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 21:10:51 GMT -5
{I can't do horses and my little pony is like for five years olds isn't it? Lol
How about an apocalyptic RP? Like the zombie kind. I have a character in mind I kind of want to use since I haven't in a while. Unless you wanted to do something else?}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 21:17:55 GMT -5
Clayton wasn't expecting at all for the husky to pull as hard and as fast as she did. He stumbled a little before digging his heels in to hold his ground. Him being 6'2" and strong than a dog, was able to keep her from running off again. "Woah hold on! I guess someone is excited." A dog that dashed ahead of him though probably wasn't the best for a running partner. There would have to be something he could do to train her. Perhaps he can ask a professor about that.
He started walking slowly towards the door this time, "okay, let's try a nice, easy walk." He suggested, even if she couldn't understand him. Hopefully his calm nature also calmed her a little too. Although this dog seemed too energetic.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 21:20:33 GMT -5
{Nothing specific, I have a starter post though. It would take place in Pueblo West, Colorado and my girl has gotten separated from her group about a week prior. Any ideas? I'll try brain storming some}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 21:26:44 GMT -5
{If you want I can copy and paste my starter so you can get an idea of the setting}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 21:31:21 GMT -5
Now Mackenzie was no mathematician, but she was positive that this new world equals a living hell. Who could blame her for thinking so? Everyone describes it like a hell anyhow. This was not Earth, the United States, or Colorado. This was a new world. One that needed a completely different name as it was painful to use the same ones from the old world. Mackenzie didn't feel like spending her free time trying to come up with a name for this land that was overrun by the dead. Someone else could, but if they spent their free time doing that instead of more important things, they were as good as dead too.
If you thought about it, dead was a very flexible term. It's literal meaning isn't always used, depending on the context. Someone could have cold, dead eyes or even be 'dead inside'. However, the most popular usage of 'dead' seems to run with the large population of walkers. Walker was the term Mackenzie called those zombies. She simply decided that the name 'zombie' was a stupid one and changed it to what walkers do most: walk. Besides eat anyway. Her group now used the term too, due to the fact that they hear her say it and one by one, it spread like the disease that caused all of this mess.
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" Mackenzie let out a long sigh, and tucked her chin length brown hair behind her ear. She was outside of a store in a city she found out was called, Pueblo West. It was a small burger joint actually. Mackenzie wasn't expecting freshly made burgers grilled over a barbecue or anything, but any sort of food was essential. She hadn't eaten in two days, which may not be a lot considering the average human can last three weeks without food, but that wasn't the point. Mackenzie was hungry, and between her and what could be her next meal, was a herd (yes, herd) of walkers pounding on the glass, attempting to get to her.
The glass could hold, she wasn't concerned about that. Mackenzie was more concerned about when her next meal is going to be. She had no way to contact her group, the one she got separated from, and when she did get separated it was during a run. People don't usually carry food with them on runs unless they are heading back with their finds. However, they were not heading back when the walkers struck and now Mackenzie only had a bag with three guns they carried for runs, ammunition, a knife, and a half empty canteen of water. She had no shelter or food in sight, but, Mackenzie was determined to find (or make) some somewhere as she looked for the others. There was no base camp which made things harder, because she would know where to go if they did. Her group traveled around to different areas, figuring it was best not to stay in one place.
Right now though, it didn't seem like the greatest idea for Mackenzie. She needed them to stay in one place to locate them, but since they haven't seen her in a few weeks they could assume she was as good as dead. Mackenzie wouldn't blame them, she would have done the same thing. However, she didn't feel like being taken for dead. She needed to be alive, and have her group know she was. Her family needed her now more than ever. Well, what was left of her family.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 21:34:29 GMT -5
{With apocalypse rps, I always find myself writing more lol}
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Post by Blossomshadow on Dec 28, 2016 21:46:24 GMT -5
Madison shook her head which turned into a full body shake. She let out a quiet huff. A nice easy walk. Ugh, really? She took the walk like a normal dog. She wagged her tail, but didn't go far. She walked ahead of him slightly but not too far to be considered not heeling. Despite being in a dog's body, Madison had a human brain. She wasn't stupid and would not let this guy think she was a dumb dog. She decided to listen to all his commands and properly adhere to anything he made her do. She looked up at him, tongue lolling from her jaws. See? I can be good!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 21:54:20 GMT -5
Clayton smiled down at her as she seemed to walk a lot better after they got started. "Good girl." He praised her and ruffled the top of her head with his free hand. Clayton turned back around and went down the hallway again, not seeing the need to go out into a large open area yet. When they made their second round he stopped, satisfied with her abilities. "I hope you're house trained, if not, I'll have to make you an outside dog." Again, to her, knowing she wouldn't understand. The staff would know though, and a list of medical records would be nice. If she had one. Clayton kept her on the leash as he started to walk towards the front desk, where he would find information on her provided by the workers.
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Bluespur
I like a lot of anime. If you want to talk about some, don't be a stranger.
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Post by Bluespur on Dec 28, 2016 22:10:33 GMT -5
Seyla walked down the long winding road, whistling with no apparent tune. He had a big back pack on his back, a large sniper rifle on his shoulder, a seemingly enormous rolling travel bag in one hand and a freshly sharpened axe in the other. I know it seems like a lot for one person to carry, and believe me it is, but he couldn't leave it all behind. Besides, the camp was raided by walkers anyways it's not like he was stealing, he even went back to check for survivors... there weren't any.
Seyla continued walking down the hot road, the sun beaming down on his skin as sweat poured from his body. "Jesus, its hot... I'll stop in fifteen minutes to gather my bearings and then I'll continue on my way." He said looking down at the watch on his wrist. It was a rather nice looking watch too, he had found it in an abandoned house some two months back or so. Seyla continued his tuneless whistling and adjusted the heavy sniper rifle strapped to his shoulder, when he noticed something rather peculiar.
"Well I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that there is at least one person in that burger joint." He said chuckling rubbing the sweat on his tanned forehead with his shirt sleeve. "I might as well try and save them." He sighed making his way to a two story building across and to the left of the fast food restaurant. He set down the large backpack on his back, and left the rolling bag at the front door of the establishment which must have been a large retail store at some point.
Seyla grabbed a canteen from his backpack and took a large gulp of it, pouring just a bit on his scalp to cool him down, dampening his thick black hair. He placed the canteen back in the back pack, zipped it up and threw it over his other shoulder. "Hopefully this is still here when I come back." He sighed looking down at the rolling bag beside him. With that, the young man took the axe he carried in both hands and kicked in the wooden door scanning the entrance carefully.
He checked everywhere on the first floor, thoroughly scanning every inch of the place, before he made his way up to the second floor and doing the same there. After the building passed his careful inspection he trotted back down the stairs grabbing the rolling bag, which was still there thankfully, and made his way back up the stairs setting all of his supplies in a nearby corner. Seyla set the axe down on the floor beside him and reached in his backpack, retrieving a thick cylindrical object and twisted it on the end of his sniper rifle.
"Thank the lord for silencers, otherwise every walker from here to the Rockies would be able to hear these shots." He said with a happy sigh. He unzipped the large rolling bag and withdrew a heavy ammo crate full of .338 rounds loaded a magazine with them and shoved it into the sniper rifle. After he did that, Seyla opened a nearby window overlooking the burger place and placed the barrel of the sniper rifle on the bottom of the window. He took a deep breath, closed one eye and looked down the scope of the gun.
"Alright baby, don't fail me now." Seyla whispered pulling back the bolt on the side swiftly. He turned off the safety and let loose, putting twelve bullets in twelve walkers before having to reload. "Come in person, catch my drift and start helping me pop some of these walkers... unless you don't have a silencer and then use some other type of weapon... please God don't shoot a gun if you don't have a silencer." Seyla sighed, shoving the now full clip into the gun and continuing to shoot the zombies from a distance.
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Post by Blossomshadow on Dec 28, 2016 22:50:17 GMT -5
Madison thought she would be cute and put her paws up on the counter, but knew better. She decided that since the leash was fairly long and loose, she would lay down. It was much cooler in the office than in the kennels. She lay down on the cool tile floor and rested her head on her paws, staring at Clayton's shoes. With her powerful nose she could see that they smelt like dirt and cologne. The longer she lay on the floor, the sleepier she became. She closed her eyes and began to snooze.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2016 7:51:39 GMT -5
At least, Mackenzie assumed she was safe until someone started shooting. The glass was becoming weaker, and although whoever this person was is firing at them, more walkers were getting into the open. And Mackenzie was in the open. Well, they sort of were. With all of the walkers using to force on the glass, some were able to stick their arms out of the weakest spots. Mackenzie ducked and went behind a dumpster on the side of the store. She wasn't sure if this person was attempting to kill her too.
Mackenzie couldn't take that chance though. She needed to find out where this S.O.B was hiding, and quick. She looked through her bag, and took out a Glock 43. She took the safety off, but didn't blindly shoot yet. Mackenzie stood up enough to peek over the trashcan and look at her surroundings.
Her heart was pounding, to the point where she could hear it. She hadn't seen another human since she got separated from her group. And by the way this man or woman greeted her, it was obviously better that she hasn't seen other humans. What she did do though that made this person shoot at her? And from an unseen place. How low of them. It was unseen until Mackenzie started scanning windows. She saw the barrel of a rifle resting on a window and the forearm of someone using it.
She could maybe try to get in the building and take them out, but by that point they would notice her if they were on the second story. If she shot from here, well, she didn't have a silencer so one can only imagine what could happen. And although this may be a smaller town, it was a town at one point which meant more walkers. And cities also had good hiding spots. The unseen walkers were the worst. But it was now or never. She aimed her gun at the arm and then Pow! Pow!. She shot twice because the first on missed, but the other appeared to have made it.
She ducked down again, trying to stay out of the sight line of walkers and the stranger. It was impossible to tell if anything was approaching, because the walkers in the restaurant became even more antsy at the prospect of food. Knowing sound must equal food or life. Yes, they were very very basic creatures.
{I think you went over actually. And sorry for this crappy post}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2016 13:08:43 GMT -5
The firing had ceased like she hoped it would. What surprised her more was that they surrendered, instead of firing back. What an idiot! For all they knew, Mackenzie could have been a serial killer with the intentions of murder just because she could kill now. Even though that wasn't her intentions, they didn't know that. To give up so easily...was it worth going over to them? What if they had a group inside the building?
That won't matter soon though, as a couple walkers down the alleyway heard the shots and made their way towards Mackenzie. They had their arms out stretched, they made a sound similar to a snarl as they tried limping over to her. The skin was falling off of their faces and she could tell these walkers were not newly turned.
Mackenzie backed up and out of the alleyway with the walkers following her, gaining as she stumbled for a moment. One walker grabbed her by the shoulder and she pulled out her hunting knife, stabbing it in the head. It died once more, but the other walker soon replaced it. Mackenzie kicked it in the chest, sending it falling backwards but it did not die. This only gave her a small diversion. She was in the street again this time, and the walkers inside the burger place were starting to get through.
A small one made it about halfway through an opening they made. Sort of, the rotting skin on its face ripped off as a result of the broken glass that surrounded the opening. This didn't kill the walker of course, the walker wasn't stabbed or shot in the head. It kept going and made its way over to Mackenzie slowly. Its foot was twisted at a sickening angle, backwards, which slowed it down. The other walkers were trying to get through all at once but that obviously wasn't going to work. At least, she thought it wouldn't until the glass start to crack more.
"S***." She cursed. Mackenzie didn't have a choice but to go into the building. If this was still the old world, she would know not to talk to strangers. However, being 17 in the apocalypse changed things and that included having to put your life in the hands of others. Mackenzie turned around and dashed for the building, trying the front doors first, finding them surprisingly unlocked. When she got inside she shut the doors quickly and locked them. This place had to be clear if the stranger was up there safe and sound. So that was where she first went, upstairs.
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Post by Blossomshadow on Dec 29, 2016 13:22:30 GMT -5
Madison thought she would be cute and put her paws up on the counter, but knew better. She decided that since the leash was fairly long and loose, she would lay down. It was much cooler in the office than in the kennels. She lay down on the cool tile floor and rested her head on her paws, staring at Clayton's shoes. With her powerful nose she could see that they smelt like dirt and cologne. The longer she lay on the floor, the sleepier she became. She closed her eyes and began to snooze.
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