[[ Abandoned ]] [semi-lit+ zombie, accepting]

[maxlet]

((I think I'm going to withdraw my character, Danny. A post of mine was taken wrong and I'm utterly confused and way behind. Hope y'all have fun with it, though.))

[[ D: my apologies if I mistook it. Do you want me to delete your posts and what not? ]]

((No no, I should have worded it better. If you would like my posts deleted you may, but I'm fine either way :3))

[kitten;]

{{ I'm afraid that I'm going to have to withdraw from this RP, also. I can't keep up, and I think it would be quite a bit easier on both you, Hekomi, and everyone else with fewer people. c: You may delete my posts if you wish. }}

[kimmy1479]

(( D: Your both quitting? So soon after it opened? Aw! ))

[Hekomi]

[[ Okay guys. <3 Sorry to see you both go but you're always welcome back if you want. ^^ I'll delete your posts, so that way it won't show up in your "my posts" feed. I'll get to that in a bit. ]]

[Maxxika]

((I'm really sorry about not replying here! I haven't left, Its just been busy. I should be able to reply soon. What has happened around Ivan?))

[dooze]

[for Hekomi :3]

[[ AGENT T E M P T I Z :: 737009 ]]

Mood: Annoyed and trying to flirt. Tiny bit afraid [Don't tell her I told you that.]
Talking to: Charles
Health: 100%
Location: Main Floor of Parking Garage

Leather boot heels clanked on the ground again as Temptiz approached Charles. He had an accent that sounded vaguely familiar, but she wasn't able to put her finger on it. She waved her hand in front of her face and now stood next to the man, who was a good eight inches taller than her. She looked at his skin tone, then her own. Compared to his tan skin, she was just a ghostly figure. He had hard green eyes that focused on the zombies. Temptiz stared at one in particular, one by the wall. Its mouth gaped open as if panting and headed straight towards Charles. She pulled her small shotgun out from in her boot, loaded a bullet into it and shot at the rotting, alive corpse. "I believe you haven't formally introduced yourself," Temptiz reminded him, loading her gun with another bullet, pulling the trigger at the same zombie. She showed no fear even though in the pit of her stomach, she wondered what would happen next.

Temptiz dare not go past where Charles was standing, he inched a couple centimetres in front of her as she went by his side, and she figured he may not like being too close to other people while doing such serious work. When she heard the smash, her attention shifted and she looked to see what it was, although at the same time she wondered if it was a trap.

Taking another bullet from her pocket, she loaded it into her black gun again and shot at the two zombies going towards the smash. "So you're basically the foster home for survivors, eh?" Temptiz said, her body shaking from recoil.

[Kyles]

Austin and Bella
Health: Austin-100% Bella-45%

Location: Just outside the parking garage.

Austin heaved Bella into his arms once more after a short break and came upon the parking garage quickly. A few walkers groaned nearby but they were oblivious and he tried his best to keep himself invisible. He looked up at the building hopefully. After hearing voices the night before, he was sure there was someone inside that could help his poor beloved. Isabella could barely move and her body hung limp in his arms. Often Austin found himself checking to see if she was still breathing. Quickly he waddled into the building and glanced around fearfully. He saw shadows moving in the distance, but the dimmed lights offered him not security of their being. "I'll take the chance.." He said to himself. Bella tried to murmur to no avail.
"Help!" Austin screeched desperately. "She's dying! Somebody please. Help her."
Bella grunted quietly as he took a heavy step off of a concrete chunk and hurried toward the shadows.

[Bearsy <3]

~Richard Hill~
Status: Alive 'n' kicking
Currently: Near the outskirts of the city {specifically; on top of a car}

Rick had barely wrapped the blanket over his shoulders when the boy appeared, followed slowly by the zombie. He grabbed for his Glock and scrambled back, eyes never leaving the man (no... that wasn't a man, not anymore) as he brought the pistol up and curled his finger around the trigger. A look from the corner of his eye confirmed that the boy was on top of the car, and he looked back at the zombie, took aim, and--. "Whoa, kid!" He straightened up, lowering the gun as he did so while he watched the boy dispatch of the zombie. Rick ran a hand through his hair, eyebrows raised at the boy, who by now had spun around and was talking.

"Didn't want to die, huh? You're going the right way about it. That was... brave. But stupid. So stupid." He sighed, crouching back down on the roof to see the boy better. Rick smiled, just to show he wasn't mad or anything, and cast a look back up the street. "I'm Rick. Used to be a policeman, but don't let the uniform fool you; I have no powers over anything that's going on here now." A grimace forced itself in place of the smile, and he looked down at his knees, cradling the Glock carefully in one hand.

In one swift movement, Rick sat back down on the roof, letting his legs dangle over the side and gesturing for the kid to climb up. "Now I can't promise anything, but I reckon you should stick close. Boy your age shouldn't be out alone in all this." He cocked his head to the side and holstered the Glock, eyes fixed on the boy. "I don't say this because I don't think you can fight; you've just proved you can, but no one, not even the best fighter should be on their own. Everyone needs sleep. Everyone needs to feel as if they're protected at some point." Rick spread his hands, palms up, "Personaly I wouldn't feel right, letting a kid go off on his lonesome in this place, but I can't force you." He let his offer sit, leaning back on the roof and alternating between watching each side of the road. If the boy had been alone a long time, this kind of offer may be hard to accept, but Rick wasn't the kind of guy who could leave a child at a time like this and then sleep at night. He knew what was waiting out there, and one slip up could bring down a horde on you, and Rick had seen what a group could do. They could tear people from your arms, drag them away right in front of you and leave only one thing on your mind: escaping. Running to survive. Rick shook his head; no point dwelling on the past. What was done was done, and the dead couldn't come back. Not really. Or, the body would, but them, the person? They were lost.

Rick wasn't holding out for a cure-- he'd seen what happened to the military and had little hope of anything surviving that could possibly create a vaccine or anything like that. He'd even given up on rescue, but that was so long ago now that just the notion that he'd believed someone was coming to save them made him roll his eyes. Secretly, perhaps Rick had known all along that there was no help; no Marines, no rescue helicopters coming out to pick them up, but he'd never let the others know. They had to keep hoping, praying, that they'd be saved, otherwise Rick had no way of getting them to stay together, to stray strong. If they knew what he had, that from the onset they were on their own, well they'd have all taken a gun to their heads and prayed to their personal Gods that they'd be taken swiftly. Maybe it was selfish keeping them alive long enough for them to be killed and eaten by the zombies, but Rick tried not to think about that.

[FoxerOwl]

CN's Characters

Name - Arriana
Age - 11, boo-ya!
Gender - Girl
Status - alive, wandering the streets
Weapons - A bow, and a bag full of re-usable arrows
Strengths - She can hit a zombie 5feet away from her, easy. She's really good with teenagers, she doesn't get mad when they don't believe an 11 year old made it this far.
Weaknesses - She cannot take the arrows out of the bodies that easily, and it takes her too long if it's an apocalypse. If she only killed one, and that's it, she'll get it out without so much pressure. She's not good under pressure, and when she's in an apcalypse she panics a little bit, always looking for cover.

Appearance - She has straight brown hair. It goes down to the middle of her back. She has small, blue highlights as well. Her hair is always in a pony tail, and she has no bangs. (Uhh, not anymore!) She wears dark blue jeans, and she wears a red plaid shirt with several shirt pockets. She carrys her gold locket in her pants pocket. She wears black skechers. Her eyes are a light green, and she doesn't have earings.
Personality - She's very nice, can handle teens well. She has a BAD temper when people mess with her. She is sometimes shy around other 11year-olds, but always enthusiastic and outgoing. She is willing to do anything, unless it's going to kill her. She'll take any cover around, even on a car. It doesn't matter when she's in a zombie hoard. She's also usually excited to go out and kill zombies. She's a bit crazy and weird!
History - She doesn't remember:
When she was born, her mother had died. Her father tried caring for her, but his work was too hard to squeeze in. He gave her up at 2, going to a nice adoption center was nice, but it was harder for Arriana. She didn't have any siblings. She didn't know her grandparents, not anyone of her siblings. It was a hard life. Once the adoption center was overrun by zombie-children, she ran away at night, leaving the place to burn when she was 9. She had taken her bows and arrows out of a shop, wandering the streets. She has survived for two years now, and she hopes to atleast make it to her 20s before possibly dying.

[kimmy1479]

((It seems that people have been neglecting this epic RP! Should I just make a post where Aaron fears falling or attempts something but ends up basically exactly as he is now?))