☣ NOXIOUS ☣ zombie apocalypse ☣ ACCEPTING ☣

[peter parker.]

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J A Y C E
┊male┊15 years┊survivor┊

♣ Jayce listened to Levi explain their friendship, smiling at each of his words. He never took a liking to people easily nor did he build trust in a day but something seemed to click between he and Levi though he couldn't quite seem to put his finger on it. He kept his eyes on the road as they continued on, making sure not to be a sloppy driver with the older kid in the car, wanting to render himself capable of being able to take care of himself.

He parted with a short struggle in front of his apartment building, "Welcome home, kids." Jayce cooed with sarcasm as he hopped out of the car, slipping the keys into his pocket and locking the doors behind him. He strolled silently up the front steps of the apartment which was in what used to be the high end side of the neighborhood. This could be spotted by the intricate architecture of the building as well as the fake plants outside which had never lost their shine despite the world collapsing around them. The maroon door loomed before him and he slipped in his key, pushing the door open to reveal a well put together apartment, furniture and paint still in tact. It seemed as though no one had been in the place since the owner's had left but it had stayed clean and well put, the only thing that showed signs of wear and tear were the windows with Jayce had boarded up as a precaution.

┊location » city streets to apartment┊tagged » levi; glacev┊

[rocoboq]

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>> Evelyn brushed the blonde part of her hair out of her face as she strolled down the street, axe in hand. Her black combat boots slapped against the ground as she picked up her speed, thinking she saw something - or someone - behind her. She didn't dare to glance behind her, and kept her blue eyes on her surroundings. The rounded the corner of a tall brick building into and alleyway to take a safe look behind her. If it were a person, she'd climb the fire escape and leave them be. If it were biters... Well, one could imagine what she'd do. She took a peek around the building, holding her breath in anticipation. She sighed in relief as she saw it was only two biters, both of which she could easily dispatch. She whistled, catching their attention, and waited for them to get closer. When they were only about five feet away, she dashed out into the middle of the alleyway and let them draw closer. Grinning, she lodged her axe in the closest biter, which nearly clawed her arm. As the second approached with a growl, she attempted to remove her weapon from the biter she had just killed - well, re-killed. In a moment of panic as it would not come out, she dropped it and unsheathed one of her knives from her belt and stuck it through the thing's forehead. Satisfied, she pulled the knife out, wiped it on her jeans, and gripped the handle of her axe. She rolled her eyes in disgust as she placed one foot on the thing's chest to rip her weapon out and go on her merry way.

[peter parker.]

{ Hey, we're not allowed to post links to our
forms in our posts c: We actually got a
warning from a mod about it too. I had
no idea we couldn't so it was news to me :')

[rocoboq]

[Good to know, hah! Thanks! c:]

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>> Male|22 years|CRUICIAL|Tags;; None <<
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>> Mason blinked, opening his gray eyes. How long have I been asleep..? he asked himself, brushing his brown hair out of his eyes. He reached for his bedside table for his glasses, which were just out of reach. He rolled over and nearly fell off his bed when he finally grasped them and placed them on his head. He yawned and sat on the edge of his bed, still waking up. He glanced at his watch, which was next to his glasses on the table. "I slept in!" he exclaimed, eyes wide, and scrambled to his feet. He grabbed his suit clothes from his dresser after shooting a quick glance at a framed photo of his late wife and made way straight for the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for the day.

After he got himself ready, he left his room in search of something to do.

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STATUS / GASH IN SIDE
TAGGED / RIVER
LOCATION / CRUCIAL'S WAREHOUSE

► Gillian woke up hours later than he wanted, almost gasping desperately for air as he woke himself up from what seemed to be a nightmare of some sort. The man winced as his torso moved about, and he tried to lay back again to relax.

xxxSome minutes passed before he stood up, and when he did, he let out a groan of pain. His jacket remained on though it was opened, and beneath lay his bare chest. His torso was toned, but it was thin, and the skin was almost adorned with hair similar in color to his facial hair. He didn't have a lot of it but he certainly had enough. It cut off just before his naval, then continued as a happy trail under it. The wound was more than obvious obvious as the bandaging could be seen, but he wasn't bothered.

xxxGillian slowly made his way out of his own quarters, having quickly made another cigarette for himself. He smoked leisurely, glancing about and trying to keep himself calm, though his blood was practically boiling. He strode up towards Troy's quarters, but realised she wasn't in when he glanced in. He looked about around the warehouse, striding casually, and caught no sight of her.

xxxHer brother was here though. Gillian smirked at the thought, then wandered to find the boy, biting his lip as he focused on searching for River.

[deja vu]

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↳✺n o v a
t h e x f e a r l e s s

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tag(s):/ evan
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When Nova was called bad-ass, or at least looked the part, she couldn't help but let out a snort. Shaking her head she couldn't believe her ears. "Thanks Evan, I think everyone looks like a bad-ass now that the apocalypse has start." If anything Evan looked a bit more intimidating but she didn't say it out loud. Picking up the can of soup she shuffled through the mess on the table until she got her hands on a old fashioned can opener. Quietly she struggled to open the can while listening to her new companion's voice.

When he finished speaking, she finished opening the can of broth. Looking up to him she smiled. "Not all people are trustworthy Evan, especially not now, you should watch out for your car. We can always find a near by garage for it." She said before remembering what she was about to ask him. Holding up the can she offered it to him. "Do you want it cold or hot?" she asked.

[peter parker.]

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R I V E R
┊male┊15 years┊CRUCIAL┊

♦ Gillian Beaumont was a dangerous man and this was known by all, especially River. Lucky for River he wasn't terrified of the man himself, only what he was capable of. River pushed his way atop the rafters in the rear of the warehouse beside the fallen debris that blocked the sight path of the rest of the CRUCIAL members. He had climbed here often, knowing the others wouldn't be able to see him though he could see them, observing their every move and deciding without interaction who he'd be willing to trust. Gillian wasn't one of those people.

Suddenly his eyes shifted towards the man who came stumbling in, bandages wrapped around his side. River only laid his gaze there for a moment before biting his lip anxiously and turning his attention in the direction of Troy's room which seemed to be secure. He didn't know what was going on between that man and his sister and frankly he didn't want to, he only wanted to keep her safe which was difficult with him constantly breathing down their necks. They'd practically been raised in CRUCIAL and maybe the idea of them leaving eventually was too much Gillian, keeping them in this prison-like pack.

┊location » crucial warehouse┊tagged » gillian┊

[peter parker.]

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E V A N
┊male┊26 years┊survivor┊

☁ Evan smiled at her denial of the compliment though didn't press further to flatter the girl. He watched her hands as she struggled with the can, about to offer help with it when she spoke about untrustworthy people. Evan shook his head, "Unless you're going to run off with my car, I'm not worried." He smirked as he exchanged a gentle glance with her. He hadn't had a proper conversation in months though it was clear it was still easy for him after all this time.

Evan shook his head to her, "Cold is fine." He answered simply, wondering if there even was anything to use to heat it around here. His gaze fell back to Nova, wanting to know more about her but not knowing where to start without sounding like a creep.
"How old are you?" Evan asked as he relaxed back against the couch, running a steady hand over his black hair.

┊location » nova's place┊tagged » nova┊

[deja vu]

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Nova leaned forward and handed him the cold broth. 'It's better cold anyways' she thought to herself as she silently thanked Evan for wanting the food cold, otherwise she'd have to look all over the place for matches. Once he had the can she leaned back against her couch and yawned as he joked about her stealing his car.

"Don't worry, I don't think I'd be able to drive your car even if I did steal it." she chuckled, before the end of the world Nova had failed every test related to her driving on the road. Her friends used to joke about it, mostly when she pulled up to a party with her mother. A fond smile formed on her face as she watched Evan and thought of the memory. Although she was starting to feel awkward, unable to think of what to talk about but thankfully Evan must've felt the same because soon a question was leaving his lips. "Um.." said Nova as she twisted around and squinted her eyes at q cat calendar she had hung up and modified. She didn't want to forget the date no mater what, even if it was during the apocalypse. Smiling reassuringly she looked back at Evan. "I'm twenty as of two months ago." she said as she resettled down. "What about you?" she asked him in return. Never would she have imagined playing 'Twenty Questions' in a grocery store with a stranger, but she didn't care, it was starting to become fun not talking to herself.

[peter parker.]

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E V A N
┊male┊26 years┊survivor┊

☁ Evan let a chuckle escape his mouth at Nova's words about not being able to drive his car. He nodded towards her when she spoke her age, realizing just how much younger she was than him, "Twenty six." Evan responded cooly though ran a nervous hand through his hair as he looked over to her. He studied her features for a moment, eyeing the way her hair fell and the tattered clothes she wore, looking up to meet her eyes moments later.

"So Nova is a twenty year old girl from New England who likes Boston much better than New York." Evan teased, reciting each fact he knew about her. He shifted his body to face her, one arm laying across the back of the couch while the other was propped on his knee, "What else is there to know about this mysterious bad ass?" He joked, his chilling blue eyes glittering as he spoke to Nova.

┊location » nova's place┊tagged » nova┊