[So, although I have finals coming up and I should be studying, I would much rather spend my time RPing with you guys! ^^][img]
[Also, I came across this^ picture, and I figured it was fitting.. lol ..not that we are bored, just waiting.
*I don't own it!]
Name: Amora Shelly Anderson
Age: 25
Occupation (before apocalypse): As a translator and interpreter for her company, Shelly was a great businesswoman. The work just came naturally to her. Her language bases include: German, Russian, Korean, and some Chinese (and English, obviously).
History: --
Personality: The girl is a bit standoffish, but her intentions are pure. She will not welcome you along with open arms, because one must earn his or her place amongst the group, but once you have proven yourself worthy enough, Shelly will have your back until the very end.
Any Hope for Humankind?: Shelly believes that if you can pull your own weight (plus some!), whether one's humanity is left behind or kept close, humans can rise up and wait out this hell. Just survive.
Hair Color: Light brown and golden ringlet curls
Eye Color: Medium hazel-brown
Body Shape: Somewhat taller for a female, she has an athletic structure, but a woman's figure; toned, and in shape
Clothes: White tank top (with thicker shoulder straps), a dark brown, fitted leather jacket, blue jeans, dark brown booties, and a belt
Weapon You Carry (max of 3): Sawed-off Shotgun, Eickhorn Solingen KM 5000 knife (complete with sheath), and a 9mm pistol
Other: She has/had connections within the military..:Shelly:.
Shelly emerged from the exit in the back of the room, left of the boys. As she entered, she caught the eyes of both of them. Something's not quite right with them she thought to herself as she offered a confused stare. "What's going on?" she kept her voice low, knowing there was a small horde passing through the vicinity. Peter was staring with concerned eyes, gripping his bag and shotgun, as Gabe's lips slid apart in a chuckle. The woman realized the two had previously been staring at something that wasn't quite visible to her. They probably just put down a biter Shelly rounded the candy counter and made a B-line toward the eldest member of their small group. As she approached him, she craned her head around the shelves they were staring at so deeply.
A girl?! The woman did not see this coming, at all. Meeting another survivor in a place like this, let alone still in the city, was the last thing she expected; her shocked eyes expressed that well enough. Especially one so frail-looking she sized the girl up, wondering how she had made it so far. She must have stamina out the wazoo! Shelly debated Or she had help.. her eyes narrowed at the girl. She took in a deep breath and exhaled, somewhat exhausted by this point. This was something she just didn't have time to deal with, right now. The girl's having survived for so long intrigued her, though. "What's your name?"
>>Gabe & Peter<<
With a half-hearted grin, which quickly turned into a grimace, Gabe answered for the girl, "She doesn't speak." The man stared at the little girl in annoyance, then turned away from the both of them to see Peter's concerned face, as usual. Gabe was getting tired of this group, but it was his best shot at surviving this pandemic. If they didn't need each other, that boy and his stupid face would have already been beaten to a pulp. And Shelly.. well, she would have been taken care of, too. His eyes cut across the shop, toward the back door, as he shoved himself past Peter. The man snatched his weapon off of the counter, as he rounded the opposite side Shelly had. He never looked back at anyone as he stormed down the back hallway, toward the back exit to take watch.
Peter was almost thrown off balance as the brute of a man shoved his shoulder aside with his own. He exhaled through his nose, while clenching his jaw. He closed, then rolled his eyes at the other man's childishness. The man adjusted the strap of the bag on his shoulder, and walked over the the women. "My name is Peter," he offered the new face his hand. "Don't mind him; that's Gabe. And this is.." his eyes caught the woman's as he gestured to her; he hesitated due to the look she had given him, but brushed it off, "Shelly." The woman rolled her eyes and turned from the couple, deciding she would look around for more supplies. That's what we are here for..
•Jordan•
As the young girl dropped all hard feelings and began to walk away from the group, Jordan figured he could try to do the same. He didn't know how to answer the man prior to this, considering he hadn't searched the store, at all, yet. The truth, "I don't know, yet." The boy did not want to leave. So, he decided to stake his claim to the place, and any supplies within, as his and this new girl's, I guess; Yet is a very strong word, unopened for interpretation. The article spoke for him. The boy would, most definitely, be searching the place.
Jordan then realized that he had better get on it, before the raven-haired girl snatched them all. The echo of a metal can being fingered was enough to shove Jordan into drive. He looked up at the bigger man, as he slid past him. Jordan held the girl's small hand, as he guided her toward the shelves. It seemed likely that this couple ha a place to stay..
-Jason-
The tension had died down, and the stale air was breathable again. Jason turned his face toward the girl who was walking away from them. He debated going with her, that was our plan, but decided against it. New obstacles called for improvised planning. He stood, waiting for a reply from the Asian boy. "I don't know, yet," was the response he got. Fine was all the man thought as the small couple walked past him. All of a sudden, the light echoing of everyone's footsteps shuffling through the aisles, was all that sounded off of the bare walls. Jason followed the newcomers with his eyes, as he turned to face everyone, again. Blathnaid had already made her way toward the center aisles, and the new-two had begun scavenging the other shelves.
Jason wiped the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his lame hand. He hoped he could trust these people, but just in case.. The man trudged over to where Blathnaid was, passing the aisle the others were. The boy looked up from a shelf and the men made eye contact. They each shared a moment of compassion for one another. Jason turned his attention solely to Blathnaid and her efforts. The boy's stare lingered for a moment longer, then directed his thought process back to the cans and supplies he needed. Once Jason reached Blathnaid, he began fingering through the shelf behind her. The couple was, now, in the same aisle, back to back, like this mission should have gone, in the first place..
..School is just now starting to settle down, and I hope to throw some major RPing into process in between semesters and further!! I'm excited, but I really hope to get the whole crew (+ some?!) back together to make some major progress and see where this AWESOME RP takes us..! I can't wait (hopefully)!!]
