☣ NOXIOUS ☣ zombie apocalypse ☣ ACCEPTING ☣

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STATUS / GASH IN SIDE, GASH IN SHOULDER
TAGGED / MASON
LOCATION / OUTSIDE CRUCIAL'S WAREHOUSE > CRUCIAL'S WAREHOUSE

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► Nodding politely, Gillian bit his lip and glanced to Mason's arms as he rolled up his sleeves, a small chuckle forcing its way out of his throat. The man smiled a little as he pondered.
xxx"Would you be able to help me with some... bandaging?" he asked, smiling with the question though he was very hesitant to ask for help, and almost hated himself for doing so. "Just with getting it around. My arms aren't that flexible without dislocating." he jested, though he was speaking lowly and keeping himself quiet, leaned in towards the younger man.

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[rocoboq]

[I'll have to reply for Gillian in a couple hours, gotta go to a Halloween party. Sorry!]

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>> Having finally found something to do, Evelyn jumped the rooftops of buildings. Why not? It was fun, and not very exhausting. Slap! Her feet hit the roof of the next building. She paused suddenly in the middle of the roof, listening. Were those footsteps she heard? She stealthily walked over to the edge of the roof and peered over, one of her knives in her hand. She saw a man in the street, as well as a girl on... A tiger? Sure she must be seeing things, Evelyn shook her head; however, when she looked back down, they were still there. Trying to hold in her laughter, she covered her mouth with her hand holding the knife. Being the clumsy person she sometimes is, she dropped it. "Oh... s***!" she cussed, and ducked to remain hidden.

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STATUS / ALIVE & HEALTHY
TAGGED / DAISY, EVELYN
LOCATION / NEW YORK CITY

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► Jack had almost finished laughing to the tiger, in total disbelief with what he was seeing. He was terrified- of course, it was a tiger, but something about the situation he found hilarious. His mouth was ajar with surprise and humour at the thing, before turning quickly at the sound of what seemed to be an object falling. He turned quickly, his mouth still opened but not in a good way.

xxxHe glanced around suspiciously, then frowned up to the buildings, looking into the windows.
xxx"Is anyone there?" he shouted, moving a step away from the girl on the tiger and glancing around the buildings, his expression turning to one of curiosity and fear.

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xxx► Don't worry yourself, it's totally fine! I hope it's awesome for you.

[peter parker.]

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E V A N
┊male┊26 years┊survivor┊

☁ Evan shrugged, blinking wistfully at her comment about childhood romances, "The only romances were when we were young." He chuckled lightly, bringing his pale eyes to meet her gaze which always seemed distant to him, the girl shrouded in mystery. He couldn't blame her, Evan entire life was built upon the foundation of a little lie, the rest coming together around it. Without the cover of "the family business" everything could potentially fall apart. That's when Nova asked.

He'd be posed the question many times before, his response never the same. He'd always been good at improv, his face like stone through any lie he could formulate.
"Auto-parts," Evan started, tapping a finger against the head of the couch, "Definitely not anything special. We're mechanics and engineers in my family, selling auto-parts world wide." He explained.
Despite the end of the world, Evan still couldn't bring himself to tell the girl about his true business, wondering if one day it may all come together again and he knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if people were aware of his position. His identity was best kept under wraps, especially after all he did.

"Enough about me though," Evan spoke abruptly, "It's my turn to ask the questions." He sat closer to her, his body almost pressed against hers' now as he moved his arm over the back of the couch beside her shoulder.
"When was the last time you were kissed?" He asked with a hint of mischief on the tip of his tongue. He suddenly combed nervous fingers through his hair, blushing, "I'm asking all the typical teenage boy questions, I apologize. I just assumed that with the world ending around us... Why not?" He looked up to her, his fingers still locked in his black hair.

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

[peter parker.]

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T R O Y
┊female┊19 years┊CRUCIAL┊

♠ Troy floored the gas, speeding down the winding mountain road towards the city. She new the road well and the drive was only about an hour at the usual over the top speed she kept at. She pressed her back against the seat, her chest heaving as she struggled to keep her breathing under control, fists tightened around the steering wheel and teeth clenched in lasting rage. Her eyes didn't move from the road as Kingsly questioned why she hadn't killed the man, just mentioning the fact that she gave up the chance to sending a painful twinge to her heart.

"I couldn't do it," Troy began to feel tears form in her eyes, "I'm too much of a coward to kill anyone. Not even him." She let a single tear drop, drawing a trembling hand to her cheek to smudge it away.
"My brother though- I've never been so proud of that kid." Troy couldn't help but laugh, her voice seemingly hostile. Troy's breaths were ragged, his words faltering as she spoke them and her body trembling. Emotions began to overwhelm the girl and she felt almost as though she couldn't hold it all back anymore, trapped by Gillian's grasp for so long she'd never been able to experience the staggering feeling of freedom.

She let herself breathe more carefully, calming herself and slowing the pace of the car so not to kill them both. Her grip on the steering wheel loosened and she let a smile crease her lips, all the turmoil left behind at the warehouse. Troy's gaze moved to Kingsly finally.
"First thing we do when we get to the city, I'm beating you at a board game." Her voice was light and cheery, sniffles still added between words. Troy began to compose herself, a feeling of ease washing over her, unable to wipe the smile from her face.

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[rocoboq]

[Aw man, the dance was totally sick! I scared people,
and even mugged a kid because he stole my headband.
My friend quite literally jumped on him.]

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>> Mason rubbed his hands together, nodding. "Sure, sure. I think I've got some bandages in my room..." he pondered, and opened his door, for the two of them had been in front of his room the whole time. "They're around here somewhere... You can sit on my bed or something," he said, and rummaged though the drawers in his bathroom.

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R I V E R
┊male┊15 years┊CRUCIAL┊

♦ River could still feel the trickle of blood from his nose from where Gillian had struck him earlier, the bleeding seemingly growing heavier but he took no notice to this at the time.
"Come on-" River turned to move into the warehouse, suddenly dropping to his knees weakly. His crossbow fell beside him, his hands catching the dirt as the world began to grow hazy around him. Confusion clouded his mind, the boy clutching his head. The touch of his own hand against his head caused a sharp pain.

"Emma..." He looked up to the girl, blinking at the light. River dropped his head, his vision darting in and out while he looked to the ground, a small puddle of blood forming from where the crimson liquid dripped from his nose.
"I need to get to Mason," He spoke groggily, almost collapsing further to the ground, "Something's wrong with my head." He shook it, trying to get a firm grasp on reality but this action only made it worse. River tried desperately to wipe the blood from his nose, the substance pooling in his hands as he smudged it along his face.

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TAGGED / MASON
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► Gillian followed, smiling a little and nodding a thanks again as he passed in, sitting carefully on the end of the man's bed. He crossed one leg over the other and relaxed a little, leaning forward. His pain was almost taken away by his daydreaming, and his troubled thoughts. His mind was practically as filled as could be as he stared forwards, tapping his chin carefully and taking a slow, unusually long drag from the cigarette.

xxxHe almost blocked out all of the sound in the room before snapping back into reality, gazing slowly towards Mason who was busy searching for bandages. He bit his lower lip as he watched him, thinking. The man turned away again and looked to the floor, looking down to his thin, veiny hands. In the midst of his daydream, he pursed his lips slightly and glared forward again, tonguing his teeth as he sat in deep thought.

xxxAgain, Gillian was struck by reality. He looked up towards Mason, sighing. He watched the man quietly, though he felt too troubled and exhausted to want to even be getting any help for a mere scratch, or so he thought.
xxx"Need any help?" he finally asked, albeit dully, his voice plain and ringing with exhaustion but calmness at the same time. He didn't know what else he could say to Mason in such an awkward situation.

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xxx►That sounds like it was a hell of a lot of fun omg.

[rocoboq]

[Sorry for the short posts, having a bit of
a writer's block. x3]

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>> "Thanks, but they should be right... Ah, here they are," he claimed, pulling a roll of bandages out of one of the drawers. He walked over to the older gentleman, roll in one hand, and other needed supplies in the other. "Where's the wound?" he asked.

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STATUS / GASH IN SIDE, GASH IN SHOULDER
TAGGED / MASON
LOCATION / CRUCIAL'S WAREHOUSE

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► "My shoulder. The left one." Gillian said, sighing hard. He turned his back to Mason, biting his lower lip awkwardly. He stayed quiet for a moment, feeling a little awkward to talk to the man, but there wasn't much else Gillian could do.

xxx"I'd have done it myself, but couldn't bandage an area like that." he mumbled, half with shame, and took another long drag on his cigarette, his eyes focused on the ground. The pain in them was evident, and there for different reasons; his demeanour made him seem a proud man, some sort of twisted dictator, even, but his eyes were truer. He hid it well behind his stone-cold gaze, but there were still glimmers.

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xxx►Don't worry, it's alright!