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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 27, 2016 18:16:31 GMT -5
Reina smiled slightly, not at all bothered at the news. "Good to know." she teased them while she poked at the two guys before chuckling at herself.
"Honestly, I don't mind working on the barricade." she said as she was trying to calm herself down. "Besides, it will give me something useful to do." she sighed as she was thinking about all the improvements she could make in the first place.
"I'm sure we can make something work out of all of this." she sighed. A part of her was bothered about the whole intrusion in the first place. Whoever came in left a zombie to come in. It definitely stunk.
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Post by floruit on Dec 27, 2016 18:46:43 GMT -5
[ question: do we want to have another time skip here? maybe a longer one so the group has time to get established and the weather improves enough that they can travel around without being in serious danger? ]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 18:49:43 GMT -5
( long skip long skip long skip )
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 27, 2016 18:51:58 GMT -5
(Whatever works for me)
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Post by floruit on Dec 27, 2016 19:36:58 GMT -5
[ anyone is welcome to throw nathaniel in wherever if they want their character to be somewhere other than the house. he's down for adventures. ]
About a month had passed, and Carey had to admit that things were going better than he could have hoped. The barricades were fixed and probably better than they ever had been thanks to a team effort, the house was actually pleasant to live in, and they had plenty of supplies that they had gotten from various places around the city. The house could sometimes be a little crowded, but for the most part everyone got along. Nathaniel hadn't moved in (he said he preferred his own house), but he was around often enough, and tensions had eased slightly as time passed.
They were getting together a map of the city that documented potential safehouses and good places to scavenge for supplies in. Now that it only snowed occasionally, and never more than a few inches, they could explore the nearby area much more easily. No other survivors had shown up, which was unusual—you would think there would be more so close to as city—but he didn't worry about that very often. He didn't worry about much, actually. At least not in comparison to what he was used to.
Everyone seemed happy and healthy. Flint still hadn't fully recovered from the withdrawals, but his symptoms were far less noticeable now. Honestly, Carey didn't miss sneaking naps during the day just so he could sit up most of the night with Flint. It was nice to sleep through the whole night undisturbed.
He knew it was only a matter of time until something changed for the worse, but he tried not to dwell on those thoughts. There were plenty of things to keep him occupied. Right now it was late morning and he was going through the stores of medicine he had accumulated, taking inventory of what he had and what he would need to get more of on future scavenging trips. It was late morning, and, as far as he knew, most of the group was either still asleep or out exploring the edge of the city.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 19:51:27 GMT -5
( isak 2 hes just floating )
Flint, after the initial sickness and panic had worn off, had become quieter. Gentler, almost, but apathetic to most happenings. Whenever Carey managed to compliment him or helped him through a rough patch he'd smile, but if something spooked him or annoyed him, it was impossible to tell. Even when he'd smacked Isak over the head for being too snappy to Nathaniel and too demanding of his mental health, he'd shown no emotion. It was just a motion.
He did, however, jerk a little when he heard a dull knock at the door. He sighed as he got to his feet and padded, barefoot, to the front door. Nathaniel didn't knock, he knew that, and he was sure that Reina and Isak would find a way in even if they were trapped. So, of course, it was a surprise when he opened the door and saw a familiar man in front of him.
"Flintlock," said the man, in such a heavy Southern drawl that it was clear where he came from. "I didn't expect to find you here."
"Hey," said Flint, and if he'd been speaking in a Canadian accent before, he wasn't, now. His own accent mirrored the man's, so easily that it was like he was a different person. "Surprised to see you alive."
The man was not amused, and he let himself in, brushing past his son and glancing around.
"Makin' a livin' for yourself," he said, in something like approval. Flint didn't quite glow like he did with compliments from his boyfriend, but he did acknowledge it. "Congrats. Came because I thought rumours sounded like you. Always were good at makin' people follow you. 'N look," he studied the much smaller man carefully, "told you that you'd do well without those damn medicines."
Flint didn't correct him.
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Emil Darlington - 54 years old Too old for this and tired of having to survive, Emil is a widower and has lost all but one of his children. He's tall, towering most at 6'5'' and he has darkly tanned skin, though he will quite firmly state that he is white. He's very Texan, very close-minded, and rejects his Latino roots. He's not a nice man, religious and convinced that this is, in a way, a rapture, and that those who aren't gone (including himself) are sinners. He has stony grey eyes and dark brown hair, and a weathered face.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 27, 2016 20:34:52 GMT -5
Reina was writing a couple of notes in her book as she was trying to document more of the area as best as she could. She had made it her goal to give some stupid names to any of the notable areas. She couldn't help herself, she was enjoying the power of it a little too much. But it gave her something to do other than freak out about death.
She whistled lowly as she was walking down one of the empty streets before she felt tension in her gut. Something had to be wrong. As she watched the place, she heard a couple of loud bangs. She wasn't sure if those had been firecrackers or what. But even then, she was very unsure about that whole idea.
"Hello?" she called as she was walking down the street with her pistol in hand.
A couple of footsteps had been heard, but nothing major. Then she heard the click of a gun near the back of her head. How could she have been so stupid? She should have been able to hear people coming from a mile away!
"Drop your weapon." The thick Russian accent made her shudder as Reina was slowly setting her gun down. She took the opportunity to see an older woman loom over her. Oh God. Why was she the one to have a gun to her head? "Are there any more of you?" the woman asked as she narrowed her eyes some more. "Give me a reason why I shouldn't shoot you now."
"Because I haven't shown to be a threat." Reina snapped at her, "I'm only mapping things out!" she grit her teeth tightly.
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Natalia Stantin -- 39 -- Rivermagic Natalia stands at five feet and seven inches, and has long, dark red hair that she keeps up in a braid. Her eyes are a storm grey, plus she has defined cheekbones and noticeable scars across her face. She had been in the military, which is the reason she has a high-grade sniper gun. She wears a long trench coat to store her ammunition, and carries a large staff which is strapped behind her back. Since she is a very haughty and headstrong individual, and that doesn't help since she comes from a Russian background, her accent is especially thick. It's safe to say that she is a certified bad*ss who will not hesitate to kill if it benefits her. Then again, she had been conditioned to be like that from a young age, with that comes the potential to have PTSD.
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Post by floruit on Dec 27, 2016 21:53:41 GMT -5
Carey sat up a little straighter as someone knocked on the door. That was unusual. Most of the group members came and went as they pleased. Only Nathaniel ever bothered with knocking, and that had only lasted a week or so. He was on his feet when he heard someone else get up to answer the door and paused for a few moments to listen. There was nothing that sounded like a scuffle or an argument, so he assumed everything was okay. Maybe some of the others had just been carrying too many supplies to open the door. That could explain it.
Still, he didn’t go back to sorting through his medicine immediately. Something was wrong. The situation was giving him a bad feeling. He wasn’t quite sure why, but his focus was effectively broken now. He might as well go to see what was going on.
As he approached the front room, he realized what had thrown him off. Flint was talking, but he didn’t sound like himself. The other man had mentioned at one point he didn’t like speaking with a Texan accent, but now he was drawling as if that was how he always spoke. Carey frowned. This was weird. “Hey, Flint, who’s at the door? Is it someone you know?” He couldn’t think of any other reason for the voice change. An old acquaintance, maybe. Flint had mentioned knowing people from all over the U.S. via the family business. As far as he knew, all of Flint’s family was presumed dead, so it was unlikely one of them would just drop by out of nowhere.
The sight of the newcomer stopped him cold. Now there was someone you wouldn’t want to mess with. He was completely certain he had never seen the man before but something about him was familiar. He kept still, unsure of what to say. Then a realization hit him, and he started to feel that tell-tale tightness in his chest.
“Flint.” His voice was unusually quiet and his smile strained, but his panic wasn’t yet evident. “Would you mind introducing me to your father?”
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Nathaniel had tagged along with Reina on her trip to map out unfamiliar parts of the city, more out of boredom than anything else. It was too easy to get stir crazy if you stayed inside for more than a couple of days, and it was better for everyone if he didn’t get too irritated. It took about all the patience he had to deal with Isak. The kid was like a tiny, yappy dog. Not actually capable of doing much harm, but he never shut up. Although he had to admit he didn’t mind him as much as much as it might look to the outside observer. At least when the kid tried to snark at him his quips were actually decent. The only downside was that he couldn’t snark back in good conscious.
But enough about that. He was out here to look for a place that might have sheet music. Oh, and to make sure nothing bad happened to the other group members. Both were important. He was fairly sure Isak and Reina were both in the vicinity, but not entirely certain. Even though they only had five people total, it could be difficult to keep track of everyone.
It had crossed his mind to go looking for Isak and Reina, if only to make sure they hadn’t gotten distracted and wandered away, when he heard what sounded like a couple of gunshots. S***, okay. He needed to find them immediately. Pistol in hand, he started hurrying towards the area Reina said she was going to be in. A minute or so of terror later he found her—and another person holding a gun to her head. Okay. Alright. At least she wasn’t dead.
Shooting the other person seemed like a good idea. There was just one problem: he was a terrible shot. And they looked like they were about a hundred feet away from him. At this distance, he might accidentally hit Reina, and that would only make the situation worse. Well. Time to hope his ability to manipulate other people hadn’t deteriorated from lack of use and that Isak was somewhere in the area.
“Hey, Rifle. I can promise that she wasn’t looking to hurt you, and that you really do not want to deal with the consequences of killing her. Take a breath, stop pointing the gun at her head, and we can talk.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 22:20:31 GMT -5
Emil's gaze slid to Carey, cold and unforgiving as ever. He had never had the face of a father; he had the face of a hardened soldier, a man trained in combat. He stood firmly, faded trousers flecked with long-dried blood, his crossed arms causing his coat to pull slightly at his broad shoulders and chest. The man's eyes narrowed, and then they returned to his son, lip curling only faintly.
"Who is this?" he asked, voice rough. "Thought it worked."
"It did," Flintlock (because this was not Flint) replied, eyebrows raising slightly. "This is Carey. He's part of my group - there's a few more, but y'know, they're out."
For a moment, it looked as if Emil was about to argue, but he took a firm step forward and outstretched one large, calloused hand to Carey. He still didn't look too happy about it, but he seemed to take his son's word for whatever the vague exchange was about.
"Right. Nice to meet you," his eyes narrowed as he studied the shorter man, "gotta forgive me. The rapture could've done things to my boy's head, y'know," he took his hand back without waiting, too impatient to continue waiting for even a few seconds longer than he intended. "The ideas he gets."
"How'd you survive?" Flintlock interrupted, shooting Carey a sharp look as if to tell him not to say anything about them. Then, his attention was fully upon Emil. The lack of height aside, it was clear enough that he took after his father. That said, the faint curve of his eyes and his darker hair suggested he took more after his mother than his father would've liked.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 27, 2016 22:59:22 GMT -5
It didn't take much for Natalia to lower her gun and stare daggers at the man. Great. Another... No, she couldn't call him a threat. There was something in his eyes that made her see he could potentially be a bad shot, plus the way his hands shook as he held the gun threw her off, it wasn't that of a hardened military man.
"What is your business here?" she demanded as she placed a hand on her hip, gripping her gun in her left hand. Last time she checked, zombies were known to roam these areas, and they were lurking around like rats.
Reina's eyes were wide and scared. Last thing she wanted was to have her brains on the concrete for scavengers to pick up for themselves. She easily scrambled away from the woman and hid behind Nathaniel before she gripped her gun tightly at her side. "We're just mapping the area." she snapped at her as she was trying to slow her breathing.
Natalia rolled her eyes. "Really?" she pursed her red lips as she was straightening. Now this was some new info she could make use of. "So there are more of you...researchers?" she arched a shapened eyebrow while she shifted her weight a little to one leg.
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Post by floruit on Dec 27, 2016 23:16:46 GMT -5
[ u can jump in again my dude! but if ppl disappear for more than a day or so we have to find a way to move on.
also, watching a movie right now, will reply asap! ]
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 27, 2016 23:28:39 GMT -5
Leo (I'm introducing Natalia to Reina and Nathaniel, so if you'd want to bring Confidence into the scene, I'm down for it)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 23:31:17 GMT -5
( i have isak completely free <: )
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 27, 2016 23:33:38 GMT -5
(good point, he may be better)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 23:40:31 GMT -5
( he's sorta just...wandering atm !! hes not at the house but yeah no it doesnt rly matter atm )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 0:22:00 GMT -5
He had been walking for something like two hours.
Yeah, yeah, Isak was being irresponsible - but with Flint and Carey busy with their own things (Flint had a pretty decent plan to get civilisation back on its feet and he supposed that Carey was dealing with medicine), and with the others mapping out territory, he'd decided to scout ahead. The air was cool but not as cold as it had been, and the snow appeared to have melted. He still wasn't sure what state they were in.
Rocks skittered away from his boots as he walked, with no intention of being quiet. A gun at his belt and a hunting knife in his boot meant that he could defend himself, he supposed. Then again, maybe he'd come out here with the intention of dying. Whichever was more exciting if it happened, really. Under his breath, he sang a Norwegian lullaby that he'd used to hear from his grandmother, drumming his fingers against his legs and content with the wind blowing through his hair. Dust bothered the small scratch on his cheek, but Carey's stitches from a week or so ago had come out recently and so there wasn't really a wound to infect. He was happy as he could be, and content to make some noise. Plenty of noise.
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Post by broken on Dec 28, 2016 0:26:32 GMT -5
(I hope you all don't mind if I jump in)
A very beautiful young lady wandered around the streets with a small knife in her hands. It was the only thing she had found, but it would work. She didn't like to do dirty work, anyway. The pretty girl had on perfect clothes, as if nothing was wrong, or perhaps the pretty girl cared about her appearance too much. She continued through the streets, with nothing more than that knife as she hummed softly to herself, running her hand through her beautiful brown hair. She wasn't really paying any attention to her surroundings, just walking.
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Post by Rivermagic on Dec 28, 2016 0:31:19 GMT -5
(You may want to write up a bio for this lady so we have an idea on who she is) broken
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 0:33:10 GMT -5
( ya !! flo likes bios but if you want, you can try to interact w/ isak as well, since i dont have anyone else free)
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Demisexual
Leo
Surviving off Thai tea and Miguel O'hara
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Post by Leo on Dec 28, 2016 0:45:04 GMT -5
Pausing to listen to her surroundings, Courtney thought she heard a person approaching. But, her thoughts were diverted back to her wound when the cool air and dust touched it. Twisting her hurt arm, she held the gauze in place with her thumb over the cut and proceeded to apply a new bandage to her arm. She paused at the elbow, her head snapping up when she heard some rocks skitter across the ground. You're paranoid. It was just a building crumbling a bit. Something in her gut told her otherwise. She wasn't alone out here and she should move out from the open.
Clamping the gauze in between her teeth, she lowered herself down from the top of the rubble pile. She moved slowly, careful about where she placed her hands and feet. When she reached the ground she hopped down and looked for a spot of cover. Spotting a space between a house and a fence, she started to jog over nearly tripping on a concealed piece of raised concrete. A curse slipped her lips, causing her to drop the bandages from her teeth and catch it in her other hand, before she regained her footing and squeezed into her new hiding place. She suddenly wished that she had picked a different spot. This one barely had enough space to fit her. Peaking around the corner and into the opening she watched to see if anyone appeared.
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Post by floruit on Dec 28, 2016 0:57:33 GMT -5
[ broken: it's totally cool if you join us!! i'm always glad to have more people. and i really do like bios. no worries if it's not long or in depth, though! and if you don't know where to put your oc interacting directly with some group or oc is your best bet bc some of the ocs we have right now aren't super social. if you can't find a good place to slide in we can help! also, will reply very soon. i was watching a movie.]
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Post by broken on Dec 28, 2016 1:06:27 GMT -5
Tabitha Alburn - 19 -broken Tabby has bright blue eyes and long blonde hair with side swept bangs. She mostly wears a solid colored shirt with a black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and laced-up white heeled boots with a solid colored beanie. She is also Short (five foot five), and possesses a voluptuous figure. Tabitha's personality appears to be cold and rude. She is hotheaded, loud spoken and says what she thinks without any regard to the consequences. Due to her short temper, she is energetically aggressive with people in general. Despite this, she also has a soft side. Tabby is very convinced of her feelings, and most of her actions reflect the emotions she feels. She is also very perceptive of other's emotions, and tries to cheer them up in her own way.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 1:14:29 GMT -5
u kno broken i got kinda curious abt how u rped a u do and its not cool of u to get our hopes up u coulda turned down the dare my man ! because getting people's hopes up and then continuing despite the fact we were willing to include u isnt a very #cool thing to do. "join a jump in with a sue" was super sh*tty of the person who dared you but it wasnt much better of you to agree flo works hard to make sure people get included and she was willing as hell to include you despite the fact that we talked abt ur post being a bit ?? dodgy, but we were willing to give you a chance and then finding out that you arent even here of your own accord or because u WANT to be isnt the best feeling in the world despite ur first post we were like "U know what yeah no w/e shes probably better" nope turns out we're wrong and ur here not bc u wanna be, but bc ur one of the people who thinks its funny to do this deal. giving u benefit of the doubt seemed like a good idea At The Time but then finding out "oh no wait! shes doing this on a dare!" ruined our hype for yet another new person bc u noticed ?? there's usually only three of us? fun times, my guy, fun times. we r actually p social rp-wise so being limited to three people w/ the occasional fourth was boring + limiting to what we could do and them bam !! fifth person turned up but oh wait ur not here for us youre here bc u have some bizarre need to be cool and fulfil dares that could...kinda upset ppl ?? i know its just a roleplay or w/e but getting ppls hopes up is a p nasty thing to do when u rly thing abt it and damn, flo is a nice person who doesnt deserve to have someone here on some stupidass dare i dont doubt that ur a nice person but uve done a not-so-nice thing and i wasnt gonna say anything if u didnt come back bc like, yo, im a semi-decent person sometimes but im also not down to see my friend accept some sorta bullshitter into this rp and act like its all fine because ur probably not happy with this and she wouldnt have been if u ever planned on fessing up and i sure as hell aint bc ur messin w one of my closest friends and its not a cool thing to do
maybe find sm1 who doesnt get curious abt ppls rp habits my dude
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 1:17:32 GMT -5
Pausing to listen to her surroundings, Courtney thought she heard a person approaching. But, her thoughts were diverted back to her wound when the cool air and dust touched it. Twisting her hurt arm, she held the gauze in place with her thumb over the cut and proceeded to apply a new bandage to her arm. She paused at the elbow, her head snapping up when she heard some rocks skitter across the ground. You're paranoid. It was just a building crumbling a bit. Something in her gut told her otherwise. She wasn't alone out here and she should move out from the open. Clamping the gauze in between her teeth, she lowered herself down from the top of the rubble pile. She moved slowly, careful about where she placed her hands and feet. When she reached the ground she hopped down and looked for a spot of cover. Spotting a space between a house and a fence, she started to jog over nearly tripping on a concealed piece of raised concrete. A curse slipped her lips, causing her to drop the bandages from her teeth and catch it in her other hand, before she regained her footing and squeezed into her new hiding place. She suddenly wished that she had picked a different spot. This one barely had enough space to fit her. Peaking around the corner and into the opening she watched to see if anyone appeared. It seemed that there was no-one around. That was fine, he was chill with that (it worked out better, considering his introverted nature). Isak hopped over a larger chunk of what had probably been pavement at one time, and stretched his arms above his head. No-one was around, and Flint had always told him that yelling and being angry would never solve his problems. " Boy would I love to get murdered!" His voice was loud and as heavily-accented as ever, and he breathed out a soft laugh once he'd spoken. Wow! Okay! Flint was entirely wrong and yelling was better. He felt a little more relaxed, now that he'd yelled - even if it was just one sentence.
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Post by broken on Dec 28, 2016 1:30:54 GMT -5
Wait- no I'm sorry I truely am ;-; I didn't mean you guys any harm, plus I was about to tell you guys it was actually a dare when I posted my actual starter. I was not going to continue with that dare...it broke my heart just thinking about it and I don't even know why I even did it. I do these stupid things without thinking and I'm so so so sorry... I truely am sorry and hope that you accept this apology, but if not, then there's a reason for you guys to be mad at me because of what I have done... If you won't accept me here, then I'm sorry for what I've done again and I promise you that I won't bother any of you ever again I can even delete my posts from this rp, if it makes you guys happy.)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 1:36:19 GMT -5
ahh it's okay listen - if you really want to join, you're welcome to (without a sue character) but man im ur local authority (tm) figure telling u that i understand !! it hurt a lil bc flo is my tiny child whom i will protect but man u apologised !! and thats so much more than so many ppl would do ur welcome here as long as its not bc of the demands of a dare and of ur own accord !! ( im sure u understand the problems orz dares r awful things sometimes ) but hey yeah ur !! good i didnt expect you to apologise at all i honestly expected like 0 apology and full angr so i was anxious as hell omg
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