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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 28, 2017 13:44:08 GMT -5
OOC Just a place.
S'more's Character - Alistair Vecktombordra - 19 - Alistair is a tall, fit, Caucasian/Korean man, standing at 5'11, and a lightly tanned skin with just a few faded freckles along the bridge of his nose. He has a rather nice jawline and messy, shaggy black hair that falls down to his chin and is hardly ever tidy since he doesn't much care for brushing it out. He has almond shaped green eyes and a few scars brushed along his skin. Alistair usually wears clothes that are easier to fight in, his usually outfit is a plain white, baggy shirt with a leather black jacket over it and some plain pants and running shoes, his preferred weapon of choice happens to be his fists since he's really good at any hand to hand combat, but since it's the apocalypse, he rather just use a pair of dou knives, and a metal baseball bat since both get the job done.
Gum's Character - Belle Friesenhahn - 18 - Belle Friesenhahn is a caucasian female who is around 5'6" in height (about average). She weighs in at about around 120 pounds due to the scarcity of food since the outbreak of the apocalypse. Her ribs show through some clothing but not all. Her hair is dark brown and tied off in a braid or ponytail most of the time as she likes to keep it out of the way. Belle has a very straight figure, so not many curves. Her face is heart shaped and her eyes are a deep brown. She wears a red plaid long sleeve shirt with skinny jeans and your typical cowboy boots. She never goes anywhere without her hat, as it belonged to her father and is a prized possession of her's. Belle's weapon of choice would be a Colt Python with a six inch barrel. Although she will take a knife for a quieter weapon rather than the gun
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 13:57:30 GMT -5
Yay! Thank you, I'll get her description right now.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 28, 2017 13:58:27 GMT -5
OOC Awesome, I'll post Alistair's here as well.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 13:59:02 GMT -5
Belle Friesenhahn - 18 - Belle Friesenhahn is a caucasian female who is around 5'6" in height (about average). She weighs in at about around 120 pounds due to the scarcity of food since the outbreak of the apocalypse. Her ribs show through some clothing but not all. Her hair is dark brown and tied off in a braid or ponytail most of the time as she likes to keep it out of the way. Belle has a very straight figure, so not many curves. Her face is heart shaped and her eyes are a deep brown. She wears a red plaid long sleeve shirt with skinny jeans and your typical cowboy boots. She never goes anywhere without her hat, as it belonged to her father and is a prized possession of her's. Belle's weapon of choice would be a Colt Python with a six inch barrel. Although she will take a knife for a quieter weapon rather than the gun
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 28, 2017 14:03:52 GMT -5
OOC Kay I'll put it and Alistair's up on the front.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 14:39:22 GMT -5
Okay! Do you want me to start or you?
Edit:
How should they start?
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 28, 2017 14:49:24 GMT -5
OOC Could you start while I get the forms up? I don't care how, really whatever works.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 14:50:24 GMT -5
{Alright cool, give me a little while though, my starters are usually long}
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 28, 2017 14:50:57 GMT -5
OOC That's totally fine.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 15:21:47 GMT -5
Day 416
Had they really been on the road for only five days? It certainly felt longer with the anticipation and fear of what was ahead for this caravan of people, migrating from the flatlands of the Texas panhandle to the coastal region of Washington DC. They hadn't gotten very far to say the least, with Texas being as big as it was and having to make so many stops along the way, Belle doubted they would even get there. Ever since they gave up the cars to a group of thugs, it had been harder for everyone to go on foot. Especially the younger ones. There were two children, one being two years old and the other was nine.
Belle had never allowed herself to get attached to the children, she had made herself believe that they couldn't possibly make it out here. That one day, they would die too like her own siblings. It was a terrifyingly gruesome thought, and that was why only the older adults ever talked about it. How did Belle know then? Simple, she eavesdropped. As rude as it may be, etiquette didn't count for much anymore. And Belle certainly wasn't going to make a fuss about it.
They had stopped at a gas station for now, since the sun was close to setting. And Belle along with Alistair were on first watch. The leader of their group had to make sure everyone had a place to sleep and handed out food. Rotations for who would be on guard were made even before the trip had started. It was better that way, so they didn't have to argue about it later. Regardless if they had planned or not, Belle would have volunteered for any shift. She wanted to gain the other's trust, and was trying her hardest to do so. Most people were still wary of her, as she was the newest addition to the group and only arrived about two weeks ago.
She could understand their concerns, after all, they had stumbled upon her when she was covered in the blood and guts of walkers from head to toe. "Do you think we're really going to make it?" Belle asked Alistair as she stood on the roof of the gas station with a rifle in hand. She didn't take her eyes off the hills and plains around them though, at any moment danger could appear from around the corner.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 28, 2017 15:32:03 GMT -5
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IC Alistair didn't like this, any of it. Being out here, everyone risking their lives because of zombies of all things, it didn't help that he had always been absolutely and utterly terrified of zombies and now they were real and it was like living is worst fear. Luckily he did a good job at keeping the terrifying fear from creeping over his body and taking control, and no matter how much he truly hated this, he was one to look on the bright side of things. Bright side: hey at least they all weren't dead, right? He let out a small sigh as he stared out, looking for any possible sign of movement.
Unlike Belle, he had been in the group for a long time, one of the longest there, and needless to say, he got attached to everyone there. Whenever they lost someone, it hit him pretty hard as he had already adopted them all as family since his actual family had died. He remembered it well too. It had just been his sister and himself after their parents turned, he had been badly injured, his sister told him to run for it, she would hold them off...so, he did, he had ran because he was a coward. Or at least that's what he told himself to make him stronger, braver even.
His thoughts though, were washed away when Belle spoke and he gave her a sideways glance, messy black hair falling into his face in clumps. "I'd like to say so, after all, if we give up hope, what do we have left? Nothing at all, and then this is all pointless," he told her, giving a small, reassuring smile. Alistair had always been quick to trust and more than happy to calm the others. It was sort of funny actually, how that despite being thrown in this world of chaos, he had somehow managed to keep such a bright look on everything.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 15:48:26 GMT -5
Hope. That's what Alistair said. The word, as small as it was, made her freeze up inside. That couldn't possibly be the reason they do all of this. It couldn't possibly be the reason they kill, steal, and lie. Hope was none of those things. But why did they? To live and see the next day, but what was the reason for it? Soon enough everyone around them will die, they will be picked off one by one. And if not, then two by two, and so on. It's happened to Belle before this. To her family, friends, neighbors. And they all seemed to preach about hope.
Belle clenched her jaw and then released it slowly. It was taking her everything she had inside to not go into a rage about what she thought about hope. She hasn't argued with someone here since the second day, it would be best to keep it that way. "Do you even think there's a cure though? Or a safe zone though? You would think that if there was, there would be...something to tell the rest of us it existed." Belle bought the story at first, but then slowly overtime, once one of the group's own died, she started to disapprove of the idea.
The hard part of it, was that she had no where else to go. She knew no one else, and the other groups they have seen all appeared either vicious or quick to send them on their way. Belle would certainly not be welcomed. She was hardly welcomed here. She still heard other whispering about her, saying that she was an odd sort or that she is a danger to the rest of them.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 28, 2017 16:09:53 GMT -5
OOC It's short cause I gotta go.
IC Alistair was a firm believer in hope, in a chance for something better than what it already was. That was just who he was. "I think so, absolutely. There has to be a cure, and even if there wasn't, don't you think it's better to have some goal, something to hold onto, otherwise I'd imagine we'd end up crazy. I'd rather have hope for a better future than deal with all of this day after day with nothing to look forward to. So yeah, I think there's really a cure. Gotta be something to look forward too, right?" He asked with another smile.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 16:25:44 GMT -5
Belle turned her head to look at him better. She studied his face and the way he seemed to be so cheery. It was a nice change to be lighthearted on occasions, but he was always so happy. At first it threw her for a loop and well...the still does. "I suppose we can agree on that level. It is within human -" She was cut off when a walker started to turn down the street and to the store. "Hold on." She told Alistair as she climbed down from the roof and pulled her knife out of her belt. A gun would have been too loud and would attract more.
She waited for the walking corpse to move closer to her before she struck. It certainly did, as she was what it hoped to be dinner. Belle wasn't ready to go down like that though, and never felt she would. She let it get close before she hit it in the knee with the butt of her rifle and watched it collapse. And before it could get up again, she leaner over it and stabbed the walker through the head. That was the only way to kill it: through the head. Belle didn't know why, but she knew that it had to be done.
She, instinctively, bent down next to it and started searching through it's pockets for anything useful. This walker looked recently turned, and if there was one thing she knew, she knew that recent survivors often carried something good on them. It was too bad this idiot only had two bullets on him, but it may be useful later. Ammunition was starting to get hard to come by. She pocketed her finds and then went back to the roof where Alistair was. "That walker was a survivor not too long ago. No wonder he died, the only useful thing he had on him was two bullets." She chuckled and pulled them out of her pocket to show him.
{That's fine}
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 28, 2017 20:52:15 GMT -5
OOC I'm pretty tired so I'm not gonna be able to get super long posts out. In fact if you want long posts they'll likely only be a few times a day, but anything from 3-7 lines, I can dish out quickly.
IC Alistair watched with a calculating look in his eyes as she took care of the zombie. "Yeah...that's the sad part, it used to be a person, same as you and me," he said softly with a sad shake of his head. "It's awful to think that that happened to it, that it turned into that..." he said, shoulders sagging. His family was like that now...oh that was just a depressing thought.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 21:01:08 GMT -5
{It's not a problem! I was just having a good writing day so yeah lol mine will probably be a paragraph or two on average
Belle shook her head and pocketed the bullets. "You really shouldn't take pity on them. They died, and that means they made a stupid mistake." She looked back out at the scene before her. "If there is one thing you learn from being out on your own, it's to keep everything in. Emotions...they distract you..." Her voice changed to something quieter as she battled her own emotions at the words.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 28, 2017 21:22:05 GMT -5
OOC That's around what I average too.
IC Alistair frowned at her. "I don't know, I think emotions makes us stronger, gives a reason to fight for. Guess you could say I'm kinda big on having a reason," he told her with a small smile, trying really hard not to be a downer or focus on the zombie. He really hated those things, but the point was, Alistair wouldn't be able to make it without a reason to fight for, if he didn't have reason, he would give up and it would be really bad.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 21:39:22 GMT -5
"It's not like I don't have a reason to fight. It's just that my reason isn't one based on emotions." Belle sighed and pinched the spot between her brows. "That probably doesn't make any sense does it?" She shook her head and then scuffed her boot up on the dirt and grime on top of the building. "But a lot of things I say, do, or think don't make a lot of sense so I guess it's fine."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 28, 2017 21:53:18 GMT -5
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IC "Yeah and apparently having a good attitude about it isn't something you have," he muttered to himself. Alistair was sort of forcing himself to keep up an optimistic view on everything because he needed that in his life, but Belle was making it a little hard and he wasn't exactly appreciating it. "How much longer until our shift is over?" He asked hoping she knew since he hadn't been paying all that much attention at the start. It was a real problem.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 22:17:30 GMT -5
Belle heard Alistair grumble something to himself but she did not catch what he said. She felt like she knew what he said when he asked her the question he did. He must be sick of her company, but Belle didn't comment. She was getting the same sort of reactions from most of the others anyhow. "2030, or 8:30pm." She checked her watch and the position of the Sun. "We have about fifteen minutes or so."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 28, 2017 22:49:15 GMT -5
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IC It want necessarily that he was sick of her, he just could do without feeling down that day. "Alright, see anything else?" He asked, putting his focus back into looking out. He was sort of in a bit of a bad mood now but he wasn't about to show that, not in the slightest. "Seems pretty quiet to me," he added with a small twitch of his nose as his eyes scanned over the area carefully.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 22:57:11 GMT -5
"I'll check for anything out there." She raised her rifle and looked through the scope to see farther out. The land was already very flat, so it was still fairly easy to see far out into the land. "Looks like one or two walkers way out there but they shouldn't bother us. I don't think they can even see this far." She put the rifle into a me relaxed position when she finished. "If you don't mind me asking, where were you before all of this?"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 28, 2017 23:09:53 GMT -5
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IC Alistair glanced over at her. "Mexico, my family was vacationing there when it happened. I'm actually from North Dakota, I'm hoping to get back there once this is all over," Alistair said, smiling softly. "I miss it, North Dakota, it was a pretty amazing place," he reminisced fondly before shaking his head. "What about you?" He asked, glad to have some civil conversation.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2017 23:22:12 GMT -5
Mexico might actually be a better idea than up north. The snow and ice will not be easy to handle. "I'm from the San Antonio area a couple hours drive south. I was in Fort Worth when people started realizing what was happening. I was a finishing up at a stock show. If everything will go back to normal, then I hope Texas does too. It's really a nice place. With the exception of the bugs. And heat."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 29, 2017 15:58:32 GMT -5
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IC "The heat's actually kinda nice," Alistair told her with a small smile. "I love North Dakota, and my home city is Grand Forks, and I love it, but it gets pretty cold," he explained with a small shiver. "It's part of the reason I actually liked heading down to Chihuahua, it's really warm there," Alistair said, glad to have a good, nice conversation like this. Once he realized what was going on, his family had started to head back to the states and he had lost them one at a time until finally finding the group he was in now and now he was making his way up north with them.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2017 16:10:56 GMT -5
"I'm just not 'bred' for the heat so that speak. I've lived in Texas my whole life and I still can't stand the heat. Up here though, in the north, it does have better weather." Belle looked up at the sky, seeing the clouds starting to gather. Earlier today it was sunny, but now the clouds were dense and dark. There probably won't be any stars visible tonight. "There's probably going to be rain tomorrow. Or the day after." Belle knew the weather was starting to get colder, she could feel it. Most of the trees have changed color too. Winter wasn't too far away.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 29, 2017 18:15:24 GMT -5
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IC Alistair looked up at the sky as she spoke, careful to watch the clouds. "Rain would be nice though, right? Better for us, since it might make things harder for the zombies and they're not clever like us, can't do things to make the rain more bearable," he said, sort of just guessing on this but it seemed logical to him. Anything to give them an advantage over the zombies. Really it should be easier for them to move about when it's nice weather, once winter did come, shouldn't it be easier for them? That's what Alistair was hoping at least.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2017 18:23:45 GMT -5
Belle gave a small sigh. "I wouldn't bet on it. Rain makes it harder to move, and if it's cold tomorrow...I don't even want to think about the little kids." She shook her head, it was hard to think of those things. She would never wish for a child to be sick or hurt, whether she knew them or not. "But yes, it would make it a bit harder for them to get to us. They might get stuck in mud, and their foot falls will be more pronounced. You could hear them coming. God forbid it gets foggy though. At that point, I say we just all stay holed up here for that day."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 29, 2017 22:30:02 GMT -5
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IC Alistair let his shoulders sag. "Yeah, but we can finds ways to keep warm, zombies can't, that gives us the advantage," he said stubbornly, it would be really nice if they could just agree on something, though to the guy it seemed sort of impossible. Maybe he just wasn't meant to get along with her...didn't stop him from being polite of course, but still...might be nice to get along with her, all the same.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2017 22:39:14 GMT -5
"Maybe." Belle told him simply. On the inside she doubted it, but she wouldn't push what she already has. She wasn't welcome here by everyone, and by arguing with one of their more trusted members, she wasn't helping herself. Belle ran a hand through her hair, "Look, I may come off as an [curse]hole, but I don't try to. Being under stress because of a new group probably isn't an excuse, but that's all I can say to justify my actions." She knew it probably didn't sound like much of an apology, but for Belle, that was an apology. She was never good with these things.
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