.R.U.N. [Zombie Apocalyspe RP | Role Play Topic ]

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CHARACTERS

Humans (In groups)
(0)

Humans (loners)
(4)
Michelle Lewis | Female | Eighteen | Painted_Beans
Carter Douglass | Male | Nineteen | Painted_Beans
Amanda Burns | Female | Fifteen | Painted_Beans
Freddy Burns | Male | Thirty-eight | Painted_Beans
Raleigh Becket | Male | Twenty-three and a half | thoraine
Ashley | Female | Seventeen | KittyCat2233
Sam | Male | Fourteen | KittyCat2233
Esther | Female | Sixteen | divergent-insurgent
Bane Rollins | Male | Twenty-one | dark night
Cassandra Summergold | Female | Seventeen | The Jinxed Fox
Alina Dewberry | Female | Seventeen | Cukee
Dylan Asmold | Male | Eighteen | Twenty-one | xBlueScythex
Jakara Lancaster | Female | Twenty-one | xBlueScythex
Tiffy | Female | Thirteen | Wolf2befound
Ellie Woods | Female | Seventeen | Dream123o

Infected
(0)

RELATIONSHIP KEY

--> He likes her
<-- She likes him
<---> They like each other
>< They are together
♥ They're dating
✖ = They've broken up

RELATIONSHIPS

( None at the moment. )

[thoraine]

Raleigh prowled down the streets of the now abandoned city in ruins, his ice axe tightly gripped by his hand and his gaze forever on the look-out for approaching zombies. So far, after coming out of the woods, he hadn't had the 'pleasure' of meeting a walking dead corpse or zombies, as the government called them. He wasn't sure what name was more appropriate and not taken out of some Hollywood movie but, right now, he could care less. His main priority was to stay alive for as long as possible, maybe even join a group. It wasn't about him not being perfectly fine on his own but, in a group, they all had each other's backs. In his case, no one had his back but himself which was somewhat tiring, being always apprehensive. With a heavy sigh, the blondie latched the ice axe on his utility belt and grabbed his main handgun, a GLOCK 17, beginning then to load it up since it was short on ammo. Being as clumsy as he was, the gun slipped through his 'buttery fingers' and fell on the ground, a loud gun shot resounding then. "Dang it," he cursed under his breath, thanking the heavens for the gun not discharging in his leg or any other part of his body. He bent down and picked the troublesome pistol, triggering on the safety before holstering it in his utility belt and heading over to a fallen piece of a building, to catch his breath. He sat down on the block of concrete, placing his elbows on his knees and his head in his palms for a moment, "I should've really made a bunker..." he said, to no one in particular, a ting of both self-deprecation and amusement in his voice as he put his shoulder-bag and backpack aside, proceeding then to look around for any threats / no threats that might've heard him.

[ long post is long. sowwy. =T ]

[Jinx.]

Cassie crouched low behind the shelter of the abandoned buildings; empty shells of what used to be a thriving city. She shifted the reassuring weight of her katana that was settled between her shoulder blades as she crouched, making sure the path was clear. She saw no sign of those...things. Monsters, undead, zombies, biters - whatever you wanted to call them. Cassie preferred to call them 'infected' herself, as it sounded less movie-like.
Just as she was about to make a break for her camp, she heard a loud gunshot echo through the tall buildings. It sounded so close, and she froze, her hand instinctively moving to grab her katana. She pulled it from it's sheath and held it steadily in front of her, carefully moving closer to the source of the noise.
"Hello?" she murmured, not daring to be too loud in case there were any infected nearby. She swore she could hear a voice talking, but pushed it to the back of her mind as she moved onwards, deeper into the city.

[thoraine]

xxRaleigh jolted up on his feet and spun around like he was drunk, which he obviously wasn't - who would even get drunk during a zombie apocalypse? And even if some did, he wasn't one to follow the crowd. What he thought was right was most likely always right.
xxSo, Raleigh turned around, his gaze darting on every little thing and in every direction that sound could've came from. He swore he heard something but wasn't quite sure who or what might've said / made a noise. It could've just been his imagination; he felt like he was going mad in this world with every day passing, especially without having no one to talk to. The silence was killing him.
xxQuickly throwing his shoulder-bag and backpack over his shoulder, he grasped his GLOCK 17 and advanced to where he thought he heard the sound - the voice of a human, he presumed, for it was really not something like a growl. Keeping his gun tight in his hand and literally at arm's length, he was suddenly startled by seeing a fluff of blond hair in the distance, surrounded and walking through the ruins. "What the-" he murmured to himself and began quietly approaching the... thing. Only when he was just a few feet away behind he realized that the 'thing' was a girl, as armed as he was, "Hey, you're good or bad?" he began, apprehensively, his eyebrow quirked in doubt and his Geordie-American accent full and audible even to the partially deaf.

[ we shouldn't go far with this right? i doubt the others will love reading 4-5 pages of our roleplaying. =D ]

[Jinx.]

Cassie jumped at the sound of the voice. She whirled around, pointing her katana towards the voice's source. Her pistol felt reassuringly heavy against her thigh as she watched the older man carefully. He couldn't have been that much older than Cassie, but he was much bigger and probably stronger. She lowered the katana relax a little, but kept a tight grip on it as she eyed his gun.

"Well, that really depends on you," she responded cooly, subtly glancing at her surroundings out of the corner of her eye. If things turned bad, she wanted a clear escape route that would allow her to get back to her camp quickly.
Cassie hadn't come into contact with another human since her former partner had gone missing. She was weary around others, as she knew desperate times called for desperate measures, and people would kill in a heartbeat for your food and shelter.


[probably a good idea heh. I'm trying to keep my posts shortish, but I don't think I'm doing very well xD]

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▷ Michelle Lewis
▷ 18
▷ Location - With Carter / near the outskirts of the city
▷ Tagged - Open

Michelle sat quietly on a large piece of a nearby building that had toppled over after its center had caved in from an unknown force. She watched with uninterested eyes as Carter scavenged around in some of the other partly demolished buildings that stood twelve feet from where she was. The girl removed her backpack from her shoulders, unzipped it, and removed the last, limp metallic-green pack of spearmint gum. Opening it, Michelle saw that she only had one more stick left and sighed, plucking the wrapped piece of gum from the pack before crumpling it up and tossing it off to the side. She noticed some derbies fall from the ceiling of the building her partner was in and opted to call out to him, but then she remembered that Carter Douglass was in there. He wouldn't have listened to her because what he was searching for was obvious more important than the danger of the roof caving in and crushing him.
A gunshot suddenly echoed throughout the empty city streets and she gasped, the gum nearly slipped down her throat. Gagging for a second before spitting out the gum and quickly looked around. For as far as she could see, there wasn't a single soul in sight. Michelle huffed quietly before calming down. She glanced back at the building to see that Carter was no longer at the entrance. The girl was about to make a move to go get him but stopped herself. The person who's gun had went off could possibly be making their way over to where she and her friend were and Michelle was more than positive that they weren't friendly; all the duo had ever ran into after the world went to hell were into groups of hostile survivors and Michelle was not about to relive those ordeals again. Michelle reached down and picked up her bat from the ground beside her and stood up to get a better look around the streets, her grip tightening around the Louisville Slugger with every second that ticked past.

▷ Carter Douglass
▷ 19
▷ Location - With Michelle / near the outskirts of the city
▷ Tagged - Open

Carter held the flashlight's handle in his mouth as he picked up a book from a nearby table, flipping though the pages rather quickly. He tilted the lit-up end of the flashlight downward so that he could see what was written on the pages a little better. From what he could see as he rapidly turned the pages, George Orwell's Animal Farm was a bit interesting, he guessed. It didn't seem like something he would read, however, but who knows if Michelle would like it or not. It was worth a shot; she was always complaining about having nothing interesting to do while they traveled around the city, so he figured that the book might come in handy and spare him of his partner's constant grumbling.
Carter tucked the book under his arm and took the flashlight into his hand, beaming it over toward a area that looked like a kitchen. The teenager boldly walked over to the room, ignoring the creaking sounds of the roof above him. Dousing the counter tops in light, the teenager saw that there were some canned goods lying in strewed out positions all over the counters. He was quick to grab them, not caring what kind of food were in each one - he wasn't picky about canned peas or canned corn; food was food and he and Michelle needed some of that right about now.
Carter checked the cans quickly but thoroughly to make sure none of them had any punctures on them. So far all the ones he'd picked up and stuffed into his backpack were all in tack. He heard a gunshot from somewhere outside and froze in the spot he stood. Carter slid the last three cans off the counter top, slung his backpack over his shoulder and bolted toward the exit.

(( Greetings, fellow role players -3- ))

[thoraine]

xxRaleigh noticed her looking intently at his handgun and his mind couldn't perceive why. Only after the girl lowered her katana he understood that she was just apprehensive about his actions. He nodded slightly, slowly holstering his gun as to not leave a bad impression from the start then put his palms up for all to see. "There," He even turned his hands over and pulled on his sleeve so she could see he had no hidden cards. "No magic. No tricks." he said, a ting of amusement in his voice, emphasized most by the big sheepish grin on his face.
xx"Nice katana, though." he quickly added, looking briefly between her and the sharp weapon in her hands, gulping down the lump in his throat at the thought of his flesh getting sliced by that thing. He really needed some hard candies now; those were basically the only things that helped him through nervousness. He usually carried a pack full of them but, while being held almost at sword's point by her, he wasn't exactly sure he could grab one without getting cut.

[ @beans ( if i may call you that ) - hiya! =D
@jinx ( if i may call you that as well ) - nah, it's all my fault. i get a sudden strike of inspiration and go all mad on writing. xD ]

[Jinx.]

"Fair enough," Cassie said. She had never been easily satisfied, but she sheathed her katana to be fair. She felt far less tense now that there wasn't a gun being waved around in front of her. Still being cautious however, she kept her distance.
"It's quiet and light and it doesn't require any ammo," Cassie said with a shrug. "Would you believe I'd never used one in my life before all of this happened?" she added with a slight laugh - an odd thing to hear from her these days.

"Sorry for being so over-cautious. Every survivor I've ran into so far has either tried to kill me or steal my supplies," she said with a sigh. She eyed the man wearily, hoping he wouldn't be another one of those survivors. She hadn't killed any living humans yet, and she was hoping she wouldn't have to today.

[@thoraine - most people call me that anyways ^^
@painted - hello! cx]

[thoraine]

xxRaleigh tilted his head slightly to the side, nodding a few times as he listened to her speak, an intrigued look in his eyes, seemingly loosing himself in his thoughts.
xxEvery little word she said about this fight between living was true. He had experienced something like that as well and he knew it felt really bad and was a really bad thing to do. But, life now was similar to one of those movies where people were put together to survive and eventually manage to kill each other for their supplies. It felt too wrong to be true, but it was and they were all living it.
xxThe blond quickly shook himself out of this trance and glanced at her, "Well, you should still learn how to shoot with a gun, especially if you find yourself in a situation like that again." he advised her, in a friendly manner. He didn't mean to raise suspicion but, he didn't have anything to raise suspicion about. He was just giving a helpful tip maybe.
xx"I'd ask you to have a drink with me, to continue this lovely talk, but I'm afraid there are no more coffeehouses." he said, probably a little too matter-of-factly, and shoot her a sheepish smile only he was able to muster. Shoving a hand in his pocket, he pulled out a hard candy and popped it in his mouth, "So, yeah."

[ don't you feel our bond growing stronger with each minute? =p ]

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▷ Freddy Burns
▷ 38
▷ Location - With Amanda / trekking near a river in the woods
▷ Tagged - Open

As they walked near the riverbed, Freddy pushed a handful of branches out of his way and held them back for Amanda after he stepped past them. His daughter hurriedly ducked underneath them and Freddy followed behind her. They walked in silence, neither of them having much of anything to say to each other, and Freddy was pretty sure that it had to do with them both being hungry and tired. He and Amanda hadn't eaten anything for two days since they ran out of food - but they did have plenty of bottled water to drink. All of the berries out in this part of the woods were poisonous to humans, so eating those was a huge no-go.
The father-daughter duo hadn't gotten much sleep either and this was because nether of them could fall asleep - not out in the open like this. The last time they actually had a full good night's rest was about five days ago in an abandoned house that had actual beds to sleep in. And that felt like it happened forever ago. They had to move on because a small group of people decided that they wanted to take their supplies rather than share. He and Amanda fought their way out of the tiny settlement and fled for the river.
Freddy spotted a fallen log on the path up ahead. Amanda beat him to it, the young girl practically threw herself on the rotting trunk and Freddy close behind. He unzipped his backpack and anded her a bottled water after he sat down.

▷ Amanda Burns
▷ 16
▷ Location - With Freddy / trekking near a river in the woods
▷ Tagged - Open

She followed her father down the side of the river. She made sure to keep out of the water, just like her father had instructed her to do so countless times before, and she also avoided the thin, whip-like branches of the underbrush she and her father were forced to travel through. He pushed some branches aside and allowed her to pass through. Amanda shoved her hands into the seep pockets of her jacket and kept as quiet as ever as she and Freddy proceeded down the worn path.
A while back, Amanda had complained about having to take this path. All the bugs, the thick, prickly bushes, and the wet ground were such a nuisance to travel through but this was the only way she and her father could move safely without having to worry about getting ambushed by other survivors. That had happened once before, and that was also the first time Amanda had ever killed someone. Well, to be honest, she wasn't sure if the man had died, she had stabbed him in the neck, but her dad told her not to think too hard on it. She'd tried to get rid of her jack knife after the incident, but forced herself to keep it since the knife - and her father's - were the only weapons they had at the time. Freddy promised that they'd get better weapons soon. Amanda highly doubted it.
She saw a log ahead of her and hurried over to it and sat down on part of it that hadn't been eaten up by rot and fungi. Amanda's dad sat next to her and handed her a bottled water, which she gladly took.

(( @ thoraine: I don't mind if you call me Beans :3 ))