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friends virginia, miles, michelle, foster, declan
enemies cecelia, rosemarrie, abigail
crush on/off with caine; clyde/ declan.
gang roaming with virginia
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skill thieving
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................seeing him again was different to the 'imaginary caine' she had created
for herself whilst virginia and her had been roaming and thieving. it caught her off-
guard how disobediently her emotions were willing to change upon a little glimpse of
a romantic flame. it unnerved her, froze her dead - if that expression could be so
lightly used in such a grave situation as this. hearing his voice in her ear made her
simply want to turn around and wrap herself in his arms. she was hardly able to
compose herself, though, before he was turning to attend to his duties as leader. she
found it admirable that he took on the responsibility of so many lives to willingly, but
she also thought him moronic - as she had voiced on numerous occasions. robyn
watched her back and only her back; well, she supposed it would not being the worst
thing to keep virginia under her protection, but she was oddly protective of that one.
"oh, caine. you're never over me," she murmured to his turned back with a small smirk
on her face, following him back out into the darkness of the street. robyn did not
approach the group, however; other than michelle and foster she had no want to
show civility to any of them. propping herself against the door-frame, robyn cocked
an ear to their conversation. gas station? that was something worth hearing.

curiously, she turned to her fellow traveller, a small smile playing on her lips as she tried to ignore her fluttering heart and internal out-pour of unwanted emotion. she was not one for sentimentalities and she did not want to be. "seems like the gangs are all working on a similar wavelength," she mused aloud. during their roaming, they had flitted between the fireflies and tate's gang before returning here. she knew that virginia had managed to form quite an alliance with members of every gang; that was sure to come in use at some point or another. robyn herself did not have that same talent for forming friendships; particularly with other girls.

................"do you think we should warn them? or just let the cards fall where they may?" she questioned of her friend. "i'm not sure about you but i don't exactly want to be apart of a gang war," robyn frowned, clawing her nails through the tangles of her dark hair. she felt disgustingly dirty. it was rare to find running water which had not yet been contaminated. in the first few days of the blackout, the public were struck with a blind panic that caused them to raid whatever was necessary. the smartest of the idiotic decided to raid the water tanks in the most in-efficient means possible. not only that, but the water purification systems ceased to function without the liquid gold that was electricity. it was the smallest things that were taken for granted; that people were unprepared to lose. "then again, that gas station may hold some little treasures for ourselves," robyn mumbled, like toothpaste or a change of clothes. she did not consider herself the most feminine of females, but nobody liked to smell like sweat and garbage.

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friends tate, nash, remmi, cecelia, calvin, nicolette
enemies jay, foster, zane, kaycee
crush none
gang tate's
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................posting for dax shortly
the gist is he can provide a car for the raid if needed cx

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group: caine's gang
skill: running/stealthiness
main skill: running

friends: caine, emery, clyde, foster, michelle
enemies: nash, daxton, theresa
crush: a bit on emery and mickey

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Jay closed his eyes to block out the chattering of his gang. He was tired and needed some more sleep. Crossing his arms in the shadows, he shut his eyes down and then his mind went blank for a few seconds until his gang leader, Caine entered the room. His eyes popped back open and stared at the boy. Looked like he was never going to get any sleep today. Jay sighed and emerged from the dark side of the room and into the light. Everyone was talking about the gas station which was probably raided by someone already. But Jay's eyes were scanning the room for anything out of the ordinary. And that's when Caine's ex-girlfriend, Robyn, appeared behind him and said something. He mist have not been paying attention because her lips moved but his mind didn't process what she had said.

He personally thought that they should head out for now and search the gas station for any supplies left in there. But he was also aware that they had to be stealthy if they were going to get there without another gang noticing. By now, pretty much every survival group out there must have heard about the station and Jay knew that also the tiny groups were after it. "We should head out if we're going to check it out. Especially if Tate's gang is going after it," he murmured and then flicked his eyes over to Caine. Robyn made Jay feel uncomfortable and that was something to say since he was a big flirt and was not afraid of girls. But this one in paticular made him squirm. Maybe it was because Caine had a romantic relationship with her or because she was also good in stealthiness like him.

Jay waited for everyone else's reply and thought about how to get some time to visit his poor family. He needed to get them some supplies that he had saved and the little food that was left with him. He just wished his sister was fine. And his mother. Jay's father had died for quite some time ago and didn't really feel sad about it. He had never been a good dad to him since the beginning, always criticizing and hating on him. In fact, the thoughts were horrible enough that they made Jay cringe just by thinking about them. He went back to analyzing the room and walked towards Emery. He actually was quite fond of the girl since she was pretty and very chill to hang out with. "Hey," he said to Emery and gave her his big smile. Jay sighed and wondered if the others were ever going to get a move on things so he could visit his family.

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Calvin hung protectively over his haul as the group gathered around him
with looks of judgment, others more harsh than the rest of his scrawny haul.
An irritated huff blew out of Cal's nostrils. Since when did they contribute any
supplies from across town on their own. They were lucky that he even shared
his finds, he could stash the parts up for his own equipment. Going out by
himself was extremely dangerous. He had to go sneaking past Caine's gang
to get to the littered edge of town. The little strip of woods between the city
and the actual outer wilderness used to be Calvin's personal gold mine. He used
to bring back batteries, cables, hammers, even weapons and chemicals. But
since then, his safe little honey hole has been stripped bare of all its best
materials. Perhaps it was time Calvin found new hunting grounds.

As Remmi approached, Calvin stepped back to let the candle spotlight lamp
above him flood over the beat up work table. He stood on edge, ready to
jump to the defense of his haul and Calvin's own dignity. When she finally
did speak up, Calvin almost pounced on her words. "Pointless? Every
single bit of this--" He stopped, realizing her meaning as she threw her
snapped arrow on the table, mixing with his things. He recoiled back in a
hushed embarrassment. He remained silent as Tate cam over to inspect the
situation. Calvin didn't like Tate very much. He would listen to the leader to
a degree, but didn't respect or personally enjoy the guy. He knew Tate thought
he was a fool, but Calvin knew what he was doing on the outside world.
He knew the risks.
Then she walked in.
Her steps fell across the old hardwood floors in a soft, quick pitter-patter.
Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders, framing her face in honey brown
tendrils. Warm eyes held a spark in the dim light. Calvin knew who it was from
the moment he met those eyes. Cecelia. Calvin had followed Cecilia into
the gang when the blackout had first darkened the city they had known. Calvin
didn't love her; but he did think that she was beautiful. Besides, he knew he
was the last person on her mind. Calvin didn't know what drew him to follow
Cecilia here. Maybe it was her resourcful scavenging. By the looks of the bag
that she flung up onto the table next to his sack, she seemed to have
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gang:
caine's gang
crush:
foster wolfe
friends:
caine, mickey, foster, jay
enemies:
candice, rival gangs
tagged:
mickey, foster, jay, caine

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gang:
caine's gang
crush:
mickey brooks
friends:
caine, mickey, foster, jay
enemies:
rose, tate, rival gangs
tagged:
roza

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he had not heard caine pounding upon is bedroom door. he was not home, laying in his bed with closed eyes, soaking in his peaceful slumber. instead, he hadn't been able to sleep. even with two years of being in the dark, he still hadn't gotten quite used to it yet; he was sure he wasn't the only one either. the lack of day and prolonged night confused the schedule he had had set within his mind since a toddler, and as a result, when he should be getting some shut eye, he could not. and when he should be helping the gang, he was sleeping.

clyde walked now, forcing a casual gate upon his body. no one walked like this anymore, arms swaying lightly beside them, chin high, body relaxed. now a days, everybody walked with sheer purpose: survival. no arms swayed ever; they were always carrying supplies or a weapon. no chins were ever held high; they were tucked low to the chest, eyes down to avoid eye contact with someone else as to show they weren't anyone to pay any mind too, not make them a viable target to corner and raid. no bodies were ever relaxed; especially now with that thing roaming about that no one has been able to get a good glimpse of, no one ever felt safe, even when it was light out. there was nothing relaxed about this new way of life.

turning into the broad, silver gates of central park, clyde felt as if he were passing through the gates of heaven. this place of all the rest in the city was the least destroyed and most like itself before the lights went out. his pace slowed instinctively, eyes darting and body rigid. he was like a deer crossing a meadow in the middle of open season. he searched for a signal, a cue that the park was as safe and clear as his mind had been as a toddler. and that sign of safety ( i don't know about safety though ) was the petite red head kneeling beside a statue in the center of the park, known only to him as rosemarrie castle, leader of the fireflies.

he approached her, purposefully making his footsteps against the concrete walk loud as to not sneak up upon her; these days, that would possibly give a person a heart attack from the fear. he pursed his lips, crossing his arms across his broad chest. "if you want to pray, i suggest a church. not a park statue." clyde did not particularly like roza. to him, she was short and fiery and obnoxiously opinionated. she should not hold her own, let alone a whole gang. it just didn't make sense to him - neither did the lack of freckles to her auburn hair. shouldn't all red heads have freckles? wasn't it in some genetic code? the oddest things rattled his mind.

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bradley jumped a bit when jenette's voice piped up from behind him. his lips pursed before answering her question without hesitation. "i wanted to go out a bit, yeah. i've got some extra stuff that might be of worth," he explained, leaning against the back of the chair. he glanced up at his raven-haired friend, his face etched with worry. it was getting more and more hazardous to make a fair trade, due to the rising levels of desperation. it wasn't uncommon for him to get jumped or to get ripped off during an exchange. even with his usual trading partners bradley felt unsafe and fidgety. he didn't understand the concept behind the gangs because he knew for a fact that in the end they'll all betray each other. backstabbing wasn't something anyone was new with, but it has increased along with the difficulty to provide for more than two people. luckily for him, jen was definitely not high-maintenance and was just as conservative as the medic himself.

he got to his feet and brushed off his shirt, which seemed to gain stains every minute. it was probably just the dirt that riddled his hands and hair. cleanliness was important in his line of trade- unfortunately, it was now considered a luxury as well. "where do you think we should head?" he asked his companion. brad kind of wanted to go see tate's gang, yet they were probably the most wary business partners of all. tate was a professional liar, after all.

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group: none
skill: weaponry
weapons: sword, daggers

friends: cecelia, bradley
enemies: candice, remmi
crush: tba

tagged: bradley
ooc: sorry for the short post, no muse :c
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Jenette nodded her head and then smiled. "Just wondering what kind of 'stuff' it is," she asked, raising her eyebrows slightly. She rubbed her hands together to take away the coldness that was seeping into her and was wondering why. Usually it was hot in New York city but these days the temperature was getting colder and colder. Jen felt like seeing a friend for the first time ever. It had been a long time since she had visited Cecelia who was in Tate's gang, their usual best partner for trade. Jenette wondered if they were going there for trading the things that Bradley had somehow managed to get and when she stared at his face, she could see that he was thinking the exact same thing. Except for the fact where Tate was a lying maniac who could manipulate his ways with people. It always made her wonder how he did it.

"I think we should go to a different gang this time. Or let's wait and see if there is any new news going on around here," she said and checked once again for the weapons. "Unless you think we should head towards Tate's gang. But we have no idea what he is going to trade with us and we can't be too sure that they won't trick us. They've done it the past few times we went there to trade," she said and rolled her eyes, remembering when he took some food for only a damn blanket. One blanket to survive. What kind of sick person did that. She was never fond of the boy and never would be.

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skill: hunting
friends: daxton, nash, tate, cecilia
enemies: jenette, nicolette
gang: tate's

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as remmi leaned against the table she watched as people arrived for the outside making her curious as to why they would all venture out on their own, she was glad though, glad they all made it back. the girl couldnt imagine where she would have ended up if there wasnt this gang, she knew one thing. she would be with tate. the older boy seemed to keep her out of alot of trouble although it didnt seem to put a stop to the trouble, there would always be something that slipped past him, but he would always stick around. when the boy known as nash had stumbled into the room remmi had stood up fairly concerned, the boy was one of her closest friends which meant she were concerned when he appeared injured. remmi didnt have a clue what to do but before she could think of anything someone else arrived, cecilia. the girl arrived with a haul of her own, one that actually appeared to be more useful than the scrap pieces calvin had brought in. it was lucky the cecilia had managed to pick up some bandages in her journey out, those were the kind of things people needed these days, not scrap metal and broken arrows. the next thing heard were the words gas station, they sent remmis head ringing, it was basically a jackpot. "i dont think we should miss this," she threw in after tate finished speaking. her brother clearly cared for the young girls safety, but remmi wasnt sure if she entirely liked the way things had changed since the lights went out, he had been a bit more protective, but saying that remmi wouldnt want anything bad happening to him either, she was lucky to have family left. the girl had become pretty handy with a bow, she had skills before but they increased with the challenge of the darkness, but her target would always be animal, she woulndt know if she could actually hold a steady aim on a person. her control would have to be bitter and envious, she would have to be a different person to fire. but what was she willing to do to survive? her ways of trouble always seemed to take over.

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skill: navigation
friends: candice, tessa, zane, roza
enemies: nash, cecelia, miles, daxton
gang: the fireflies

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the boy kaycee had never been one for going out and about looking for useful objects, he preferred to look at maps of the city, trying to find useful locations rather that items. he would study the maps until all knowledge and routes of the town were sealed inside his head therefore making him somewhat useful. he only would reveal things to his gang, he wasnt going to tell the first person her saw about some secret location, he would have to like you a hell of alot for that. in the secret location of which the fireflies hid the boy sat at a table with a large map spread out, this map however was quite difficult for the boy to read, most of the locations had been torn away of faded with age. kaycee wasnt from this town but somehow during the blackout he had wandered into it a joined the first people he saw making friends and enemies with other survivors. a distraction entered as one of the members of the group began to speak it was candice announcing some sort of gas station in the area. the boy looked at the girl for a moment and then to the map examining it in depth around where they were hiding. not to far away from there location was a gap in the map, it was quite large and unknown what was there but kaycee assumed it would have been the gas station. "it must be here," the boy said holding up the map with confidence pointing towards the gap, "thats the only reason why i would not have seen it," he threw in as conclusion.

-- i didnt know what to post for kaycee;
not many people in the gang have posted c:
sorry if these posts suck and are short.
its like midnight u;u

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gang ; partnered with abby
location ; abandoned trailer
mood ; happy but tired
tagged ; abby
friends ; miles, robyn, cecelia, abby
enemies ; tate, virginia
crush ; attracted to robyn

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Others had formed gangs or groups and lived in colonies or something like that. Declan was of course, not interested in living like that way. He would rather be scavenging for food on his own than sharing a space with tons of people. There would be to much competition and conflict between everyone. Or at least, that's how he assumed it would turn out like. He was never in a group himself. When the blackout first began he was alone for a short period of time until he found Abby here.

Being paired up with Abby was a pleasure, but yet incredibly irritating at the same time. Yes, he was thankful that they knew each other for sometime, once even good friends with the girl and plus she was good inventor and all. But it was still like living with a total stranger who stayed up all night working on some sort of device. She wasn't the only one who was kept up last night working on her new little gadget. She had him awake for most of the night tinkering with different metal parts. Though, he would never let her know he didn't get any sleep because of her. Even though they weren't as close as they were when they were little, he still cared about the girl. Technically she was his first real friend until they started to hang out with different people.

Abby's happy little voice called out to him as he was still of course laying in bed. Once the annoying sounds of banging had stopped for a tiny period of time, Declan tried to catch some Z's before it was time to move out of one of their safe-houses and find some food or at least something that would keep the occupied with the day. Sadly, his nap time was over when Abby announced that she was bored. How could she be bored when she could play with pieces of metal and make some new invention? Declan rolled his eyes but could help the smile that formed on his face. This girl was such a handful.

Declan climbed out of bed and pulled on some pants that were next to the mattress. He knew that it probably wasn't the smartest thing to sleep with just boxers and a shirt, but it was definitely more comfortable to rest without jeans on his body. So once in a blue moon the boy would sleep without them, sadly enough, he didn't get much sleeping done. Running a hand through his hair, the tall young man hopped out of the trailer and found Abby standing in the sun waiting for him. Her auburn hair looked vibrant in the light and Declan couldn't help but stare at her for a second. She was a cutie, unlike when she was younger. Puberty hit his friend hard. She didn't have that crooked toothy smile and eyes that were too big for her face anymore. Her body filled out into nice little curves that Declan liked too look at from a far where she couldn't see him. Sometimes he would feel guilty looking at Abby in a way that was like a predator, but he couldn't help it. He was of course a guy who had special needs to be taken care of and she was the only one here who would help some of those needs.

He silently walked towards her, hoping that he would catch her by surprise. He knew that she was beyond skittish and practically afraid of everything. Declan found it hilarious and would tease he constantly about it. "Boo!" He whispered into her ear as he grabbed her thin waist and picked her off the ground. When he felt her body jump underneath his fingers and struggle to get out of his grip her lightly put her to the ground and came up beside her. He looked down at Abby as he rested his elbow on her shoulder. "Alright Red, what would you like to do?" He asked with a sloppy boy grin plastered on his face. 'Red' was a nickname he gave her awhile back and it just kind of stuck. He didn't really know if she liked the nickname though, he didn't care if she hated it or not.

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gang ; the fireflies
location ; with gang
mood ; annoyed
tagged ; the gang
friends ; roza, bradley, daxton
enemies ; candice, remmi
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enemies mickey, foster, declan
crush doesn’t want but tate
tagged robyn
ooc my muse :,c

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▬▬▬virginia followed robyn back into the street. it seemed caine was not in the mood for any trading. instead, the leader seemed wanted to have a chat with his gang. she was glad when her companion did not show signs of joining the group that had gathered in the alley. she did not have a like for any of them, especially not michelle or foster. robyn may like them but that didn’t mean she would. what they said though, was certainly welcome. un-raided gas stations were like gold mines nowadays.
▬▬▬robyn finger-combed her black hair and she suddenly felt self-conscious about her own appearance. her dirty blonde hair was probably actually dirty. she raised a hand to touch it. it felt oily and tangled. looking down at her clothes, she realized they were stained and wrinkled and even ripped in some places. and to top it all off, she couldn’t even remember the last time she brushed her teeth! virginia groaned audibly. with all her attention on survival, she had forgotten all about personal hygiene. robyn’s question brought her back to present time. “i don’t think we should interfere at all. we might make some unwanted enemies. one of the gangs could try to get back if we help another. i do think we should go there though. no one can blame us for trying to get some stuff. with luck, no one will attack us.” she paused for a moment. “if we do go, we should go know, we want to get there before anyone else.”