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[ander]

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Role; leader Tags; group Location; sleeping quarters Mood; eh

Nashville watched as the others started to wake up around him, all appearing annoyed and tired. "Well, if you all would rather starve and freeze during the winter, go ahead and sleep some more. Be my guest." he said, making rather dramatic arm gestures. He was just as tired as they were, and he got up before they did. So who where they to complain? When Owen spoke to him a small smile played across his lips. "Didn't know that you deserved a royal breakfast in bed. Where are my manners?" he asked, sarcastically bowing. "Anyhow, we need to be gathering up more supplies. Oh, and today's lucky bunch for cooking duty is Owen, for that ever lovely remark, and Boston and Bayou because I need all of our collecters and fighters today. While at it, you three should tidy up a bit." he said, giving Owen a purposeful look.

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Role; other Tags; open Location; One floor below sleeping quarters Mood; exhausted

Bayou stayed silent, listening to the group above, trying to make out the words said. Finally, impatient of the silence, she stood and headed up, leaving Harvy alone. She silently entered and stayed to the wall, watching the group through narrowed eyes. When she heard her name on cooking duty she was hardly surprised; she seemed to get stuck with it quite a bit. She glanced at the other two that she had gotten stuck with and watched them carefully, wondering how they felt about it.

[birdiesong]

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25 - female - healer
location - sleeping quarters
tagged ; group

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Upon hearing her name for cooking duty; Boston rolled her eyes.
"When you go out try and get us real food. Not the rats that scavenge around here."
She wasn't that skilled of a cooker but she did know the basics. She was much better
at mixing chemicals in a lab then mixing vegetables in a kitchen. Every day she spent
here she felt her knowledge go to waste. How desperately she wanted to find a lab
and try and create a cure to the virus formula she helped created. To fix the
mess she helped make. She walked over to Owen; ready to cook whatever stupid meal
they had to make.

[grapebats]

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Tulsa
23 ; collector
Tags:: group
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Tulsa couldn't help but snicker quietly when Owen was assigned cooking duty. This was exactly why he did his best not to step out of line. He had to admit, though, that he was proud of Owen for having the guts to say such a thing, because he sure as hell didn't. In a last effort to prolong his sitting down time, Tulsa scanned over everyone else to see what they were all doing. Everyone looked just about as excited about being awake as him, and he was hoping he could find someone to complain to quietly when it was time to head out. He let out yet another inconvenienced sigh before heaving himself up to his feet. His would-be light blue sweater was covered in dirt, not to his surprise. He still wasn't happy about it. He gave himself a quick dust off with his hands before burying them in his pockets.

[famouslyNobody.]

Owen Griffith | nineteen | fighter | tags ;; the group

Being a guy that could care less about whether or not people knew his birth name or not, he really couldn't care about cooking. Hey, he liked food as much as the rest of them. "I don't mind cooking as long as you all don't mind eating food that resembles something you'd find in the stomach of our angry little friends out there," he smirked, and flipped his knife until it pointed out to the world beyond them. His dark and indifferent gazed flashed over to the other Boston in the group but she was older than him and had kept his name in a form of idiotic rebellion. With a sigh, he also took not of Bayou sulking off by herself and with raised brow he nodded to himself. As much as he claimed his cooking sucked, it wasn't particularly the case. He was actually pretty killer when it came to throwing things in a pot and hoping that whatever came out was edible. He had experience with his old family. The boy, rather bored, pulled out a wooden carving and resumed carving the figure of a small dog modeled after Ace lazily. "Tidy myself up, eh? I suppose it couldn't hurt." And with that, he grunted and set about to change into a slightly cleaner shirt and jeans.

[Pyromaηiac]

Samoa - 18 - Female - Mood: Impatient

''Well unless you all want to eat rotten flesh for dinner I suggest we get a move on'' Samoa says with a smirk while hinting to the exit, As she turns back around Bayous silhouette catches her eye. Samoa reaches for her ripped dusty leather jacket on the floor and picks it up, she throws it over her shoulder and straightens out her sword belt, then impatiently walks over to the exit.

[grapebats]

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Tulsa
23 ; collector
Tags:: group
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Tulsa glanced at Samoa as she started off towards the exit and slowly trailed behind her. As much as he would like to stay here, he knew she had a point. "Well, you must be feeling extra bossy on this fine day," he said to her with a sarcastic grin. He knew he shouldn't even try to be social. It wasn't his area at all. He was more of an observer, and that's how he gathered his information. When something actually came out of his mouth, it was rarely ever relevant. Honestly, he just wanted friends. It was hard to make friends with a selection of people this limited, but he had been trying a little bit harder than usual lately to at least get noticed. He was always secretly thrilled when someone kept a conversation with him for more than two minutes. He felt like quite a misfit, but he knew it was his fault.

[Pyromaηiac]

Samoa - 18 - Female - Mood: Little miss bossy pants

Samoa turns around and gives a grin to Tulsa and a small giggle, then exits the room and down the dark motionless hallway being very cautious of her surroundings. Even though they're sure there are no rotters reaping the few hallways they use to get to the bottom floor she is still very alert.

[grapebats]

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Tulsa
23 ; collector
Tags:: Samoa (kind of)
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Tulsa continued following after Samoa, making sure to keep a respectful distance. He was pretty much relying on her to defend them in case of unexpected visitors. He didn't have his weapon right now because he tended to store it away during the night. Fighting wasn't his job anyway, so he tried to avoid using it when he did have it with him. It was only a small dagger, but it did get the job done when it had to. He finally pulled his hands out of his pockets, as it was started to make him feel restricted, and settled for crossing his arms instead. When they got out of here, he would need to retrieve his dagger and get to work. The problem was that he didn't know exactly what he was supposed to be doing and he had no one to do it with him as far as he knew.

[ander]

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Role; leader Tags; group Location; sleeping quarters Mood; eh

"So long as we get something in our stomachs, I couldn't care less about what it looked like." Nashville said. He strode over to his sleeping area and pulled a flannel button up on over his stained white tee. He pulled on his boots and grabbed his riffle, whistling for Ace as he headed out. "Just do your jobs you three." he called back, glancing briefly over his shoulder. He started after the overly ambitious few that had already left.

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Role; other Tags; open Location; One floor below sleeping quarters Mood; exhausted

Bayou silently watched the leaving party, keeping her head slightly down turned. When Nash left she looked back up, watching the remaining few. Rather hesitantly she approached Boston and Owen, turning her eyes away from the changing Owen. "Um, I can cook." she said. "I did it pretty often before all this." she added with a slight eye roll. She glanced down at her jeans and brushed the dust off, desperate to do something with her hands.

[Pyromaηiac]

Samoa - 18 - Female - Mood: Emotionless.

Once they got to the bottom floor of the old building Samoa started to walk slowly towards the door and then she stopped mid step and turned around to the group, ''I feel like it would be safer if one fighter went with the collecters, just in case something happens.. I wouldn't mind doing it if nobody else will.'' she says so silently it's almost a whisper as she stares at her own feet, Samoa hates talking to groups of people because she dislikes when all eyes are staring at her, so she doesn't often make eye contact with the group when talking to them all. But if shes talking to someone 1 on 1 she's alright.