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[birdiesong]

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⇸ boston ⇷
25 - female - healer
location - sleeping quarters
tagged ; owen & bayou

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"I have some cooking skills." She shrugged.
"We need to start a fire first." Looking around, she
got a quick few of the surrounding elements. However much she did like
to stitch things up, she always found interest in lighting things on fire. Boston
quickly got glimpse of a tree branch broken near one of the windows. Walking over
she took the dry wood and started to light a fire.

[endless_memories]

x Sydney x 25 x fighter x

Sydney followed the group he was keeping to himself lately he shared what ever he had, but not his words. He figured it would be better if he kept to himself. His rifle strapped to his back and his pistol in his holster. His eyes sagged he hadn't gotten much sleep the night before he sat on the roof and listened to the deads' moans. Sydney just follows the group he is use to leading but he doesn't want to get attached to this group.

[tim.]

berlin || collector || tags; open
xxxxxxxxHer eyes followed the group, watching as orders were given out. Berlin wasn't too used to the idea of travelling in groups - in the past, that had always ended rather badly. This lot didn't seem too bad, but she tried to keep herself distanced. She didn't want to get attached to people and lose them again. She didn't think she could bear it. Berlin listened a bit closer, wondering if anything had been said about collectors while she'd been thinking to herself.

[famouslyNobody.]

Owen Griffith | nineteen | fighter | tags ;; bayou

With a more than apathetic take on his movements after he changed out of his black shirt into a blacker shirt, he tapped the top of Bayou's head and ruffled her hair lightheartedly, "You too, huh? How about this," he popped open a bin and pulled out meat from some form of unidentified mammal and slapped it on a tin sheet which rested on a counter surface, "Any longer and this meat might have us begging for mercy. Cook it up, will ya?" He ran a hand through his hair and let out a small sigh as he watched the others begin to head out. He wished that he was going with them at the moment. Don't get him wrong, he enjoyed staying back where it was usually safe but he wasn't still alive to sit back and let others do his job for him. Griffith got a certain thrill whenever a meat bag fell to the hand of his switch blades. But, the group needed to be fed so he'd let it fly for now. After all, he had been the one to open that smart mouth of his in the first place. But if he wasn't going to add a little life to this dull building, who would? The boy yawned and started looking around the cooking space for anything that would spruce up their meal. Drawing a blank, he turned his sharp gaze over to Bayou, "what do you think? Got any other suggestion for today's meal swimming around in that oversized - I mean absolutely adorable - head of yours?"

[hollyglow]

Montana

I was walking alongside Berlin, although not too close. I wasn't even really paying attention to her, to be honest. Mostly, I was thinking. I'd seen some promising buildings before that I had yet to check out. Even though I wasn't a fighter, I'd brought my knife, since I had no intention of being helpless. Looking over at Samoa for a moment, I nodded. "That doesn't sound like a terrible idea."

[Pyromaηiac]

Samoa - 18 - Female - Mood __ - Tags; Montana

Samoa nods to Montana and then grasps the door handle and opens it slowly, one hand was on the handle of her machete just in case any rotters decide to pay a visit to them. She walks outside and notices a few rotters coming their way. She takes her machete out and slices ones head off. She enjoys watching their heads fall to the floor, and she also enjoys the sound they make for some odd reason.

[ander]

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

As he headed down the stairs he carefully listened, trying to keep and ear out for the idiots who'd run ahead of him. When he approached the final floor he slowed, only slightly winded, and hurried down the final set of stairs. When he entered what was once the lobby he glanced about the group, counting. Some were still on their way down, so he decided to wait before giving directions. When one of the fighters, Samoa, spoke, he barely heard a word. "I have zero clue what you just said to me. Something about sending fighters with collecters? Which I'd planned to do anyhow? But thanks anyways." he said. He pulled his gun off of his shoulder and checked it once more, being extra cautious was the only way to survive. When Samoa starts to leave, and kills a zombie, he shouts. "Whoa wait! I'll be splitting you up into groups!"

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Role; other Tags; open Location; sleeping quarters Mood; irritated

When a sudden hand ruffled her hair, she flinched, not expecting it. "Yeah, whatever. Plus I cook most of your meals anyhow." she said, pulling her head away from him. She brushed her fingers through the knotted and filthy hair, embarrassed of it. She glanced at the meat he threw down on the counter and almost gagged, just the sight of it making her feel awful. "Disgusting." she muttered. "How about we find some canned foods- corn, beans, the likes- and make dinner? It'll probably take all day cooking on the fire." she said, nauseously closing her eyes. At his final remark, she glared at Owen, absolutely annoyed at this point. "No need to flatter me so!" she growled at him.

[birdiesong]

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25 - female - healer
location - sleeping quarters
tagged ; owen & bayou

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Boston muttered something that if she had the proper materials she could make a better fire. "The world's a mess; we do what we can with what we have. Or we can die." In the back of her head a voice rang saying, "It's your fault the world is like this." She felt like an animal in a cage with no power over anything. She stood up saying, "I think there was some canned food upstairs; I'll go get them." Cracking her knuckles out of bad habit, she started to go to the floor above them.

[Pyromaηiac]

Samoa turned around quickly and her face was almost as red as a tomato out of embarrassment. ''Oh.. um..o-okay'' She walks back inside and wait's for Nashville's Instructions to be given to the group. She felt extremely stupid for walking out on her own, she had let her head get to her.

[hollyglow]

Montana

I looked over at Nashville and shrugged. Why Samoa had left the building, I didn't know, and it didn't seem like a good idea to fight a bunch of zombies on her own. Sighing, I leaned against a wall and waited for orders. Fidgeting with my knife, I had to hold back a laugh as I remembered how helpless I'd been just a little while ago. Scared about losing her daddy, unable to find anything to eat, refusing to leave my little alley for fear of the zombies... true, I was still somewhat frightened of them, but now I could handle them.