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[☠>military brat.]

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[All alone] [forgot what it's like to care] [still alive] [who cares if I die?] [already dead inside]

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Dallas Luka Scott
The lonely cowboy

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[with: Grace|health: 97%|mental state: fine|action: talking @Grace|mood: amused/calm]

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I don't need the noise or trouble other people bring--nobody cares about what I've done; why should I care what you think?!

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Dallas noticed her stiffen and eye him nervously for a fraction of a second when he moved forward, but she stayed put. But it seemed as though it was for his own benefit, he completely understood her wanting to stand her ground. He wasn't too worried about her making a move at him because she was making sure he wasn't going to, that and she was rather outgunned overall. He momentarily smirked as she quickly looked behind her and surveyed her surroundings, he had put her in a tough spot. She now had to watch for walkers (etc.) and him. She seemed to be leaning towards wanting to watch him, but at the same time she couldn't just stop watching her own back. It's not like she was going to trust him with the task.
Dallas let out a breath of air as he briefly chuckled at her, he couldn't decide which one was cockier...him or her. "honesty is the best policy." As he spoke he slowly went back to his usual smart - tone and expression. "Thats ok, I know just how you feel."
"True, and I can't really afford to be too picky about that sort of thing. I might not ever get to kill anything if I suddenly decided to do so." As he spoke, Dallas loosened up his shoulders and looked at her with his head cocked to the side, he couldn't keep the smirk from appearing on his face yet again. "Well I never said that I wasn't being sarcastic...you do remind me of something along the lines of death and at the very least verbal destruction." He couldn't help but be sarcastic, he wouldn't be able to form a full sentence without it in most cases....it was sad really. "If you say so, though I would have picked a different word for it." He chuckled a bit and stood up straight with his left hand in his pocket, semi close to his weapons though it didn't appear he was reaching for any of them. He wondered if she thought that he was serious, in some ways he was...but at the same time he had no intention of doing so anytime soon. It was much easier to just snap the neck like she had said earlier. Of course he couldn't say that he had never done so before, but most people didn't really care what he did to survive. Except for her...or at least it seemed that way right now. "Well I suppose it's like you said...looks can be deceiving." His eyes darkened a bit as he looked down the bloodstained streets, the moment he did he spotted a group of walkers came stumbling out of the alley. They were too far away for any of them to see either of them, but Dallas knew they would hear and smell them before long. "Looks like we got company..." He spoke quietly with a rather raspy tone of voice under his breath as he gestured towards the horde.

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Grace Walker - Against the World

One of her eyebrows hiked its way up a little bit, and she was a little surprised by his answer. "Just by the way you phrased that, it sounds like you enjoy killing." Gray said, trying to imply a silent question to see if it was true, without actually having to ask. Grace wasn't a big fan of death. Sure, she liked beating the living snot out of people, whether they were Walkers or the living, but it still wasn't easy when she knew they had all been living, human beings at one point. It kept her up at night sometimes, wondering what kind of experiences they went through the last few minutes before their death. And although she was no empathetic person, she could still have sympathy for someone. "I don't care, honestly, as long as you don't involve me as your victim. I'm not too keen on dying because of some smart-alec's hobby." She said, a little smirk flitting across her face.
At the mention of verbal destruction, she beamed, not the slightest bit ashamed. "Mmhmm. Yep, that sounds about right. I approve." She replied in a joking manner, a common smug look on her face. "It's a plan; I'll rule the world by shattering egos. That's a perfect way to hold authority." She humored her own self, accompanied by a roll of her eyes at her own statements.
Gray chuckled lightly at his next sentence, though didn't have any kind of comeback. There really wasn't one necessary, honestly, but she still didn't have one. Instead, she was questioning if he was being serious about the whole decapitation thing or not. If so, then she probably needed to shut her mouth and be a little respectful. But, of course, she wouldn't fully believe he'd actually go through with it until she got proof, but that would probably require getting her head lopped off. And then it would just be a bad time.
So, she just decided to assume he was being completely sarcastic, and would resume her normal way of conversing.
Gray then raised both eyebrows, following his gaze to focus on the group of stumbling Walkers. Immediately a look of disgust plastered itself onto her face. There were a fairly large number of them. And, unlike Dallas, she was only used to taking on one, maybe two at a time. Maybe if she had some sort of awesome weapon, like a sword or chainsaw, then she'd be more interested in taking on so many. But with her own fists and a measly pocket knife, it was difficult to get up the courage to face the entire horde.
But this was Gray. Irrational, overconfident, egotistical Gray. The girl who loved chaos and danger. It was another one of her worst weaknesses - her inability to ignore something exciting. So no matter how high the odds were stacked against her, she wouldn't back down. Maybe she could call it bravery, but it was a little too excessive and addicting to label it as that. More like stupidity. Even she knew that between her big mouth and careless tendencies, she'd get herself killed. The killer could vary, but that didn't really matter much to her, as long as she'd die in a way that wasn't shameful. She preferred to live a short, fun life, rather than a long, boring, stressful one. So, from what she'd decided, chaos was the best way to live her life to the fullest.
With a growing smirk, her lashes lowered halfway over her eyes confidently, and she snickered quietly. "Scared?" She taunted lightly, sparing Dallas a small glance of acknowledgement. "Let's go and meet our guests. It'd be rude to invite them over and just ignore them. Hospitality is the best quality of a host, you know." Then, without waiting for his answer, she started off towards the wandering mob with a little skip in her step.

[☠>military brat.]

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[All alone] [forgot what it's like to care] [still alive] [who cares if I die?] [already dead inside]

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Dallas Luka Scott
The lonely cowboy

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[with: Grace|health: 97%|mental state: fine|action: talking @Grace|mood: amused/calm]

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I don't need the noise or trouble other people bring--nobody cares about what I've done; why should I care what you think?!

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Dallas laughed a bit with a single eye brow raised and a smirk on his face, he wasn't sure how to answer...so he just didn't. Mainly because he did enjoy killing those creatures, it was a way to release all his pinned up anger and stress. That and he simply enjoyed it. They both stole everything from him...and gave him all he had. So he had very mixed feeling on the subject. But why get into those? He tried not to think about why he enjoyed it and simply think about other things...like what she just said!
"Hobby? More like guilty pleasure, I don't kill humans unless I have to. But I kill any walker I see. It does keep our streets safer after all." Dallas shrugged his shoulders and breathed in and out casually, he spoke quietly and calmly once more. "Whatever works I guess." He chuckled as she went on, she seemed quite sure of herself. In more ways than one. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing, he found it rather amusing. It was hard to get him to smile or laugh in most cases, however she seemed to be able to do this rather easily.
Dallas watched her as his statement rolled off her shoulders and she followed his gesture towards the walkers with a disgusted look on her face. They were really gross...he had to admit it. They both smelled and looked like walking fecal matter. But whenever he came close to one he couldn't help but smile, he didn't need to tell her he enjoyed it after she saw him get close enough to one. He reached for his machete and knife rather slowly, that tell-tale smile on his face and his eyes lighting up with every footstep the walkers made in their direction. They hadn't noticed them...yet. After pulling both his weapons out he twirled his knife around so that it faced backwards, making aggressive moves easier. "Terrified." The smile on Dallas' face quickly turned into a full fledged grin as she got her weapon. "I've always thought so...and we wouldn't want to be rude." Dallas quickly walked forward after them just behind Grace with a confident stride. He liked that she was so eager. He suddenly realized that he had probably just had the longest conversation of his life...before and after the end of the world happened. "YOOHOO!!!" Dallas shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice booming and echoing through the streets. The walkers quickly realized where it came from and started to run zig-zag at a surprising speed towards them, some slower than others. With a quick motion Dallas took his large knife and slammed it down onto the nearest walker, hitting it right in the eye. It immediately fell to the ground and he moved on to the next one, using his machete to silence it's ghastly wails.

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Grace Walker - Against the World

Gray snapped the blade of her pocketknife out, smirking as it clicked into place. She didn't run to meet any of the walkers; Gray always moved at whatever pace she pleased. And if that meant taking her own sweet time to get things done, then so be it. However, when one of the Walkers was clumsily running towards her, often stumbling over its own two feet that happened to be missing shoes, she broke out into a run. At the last second before colliding with the moldy-smelling thing, she jumped to the side, though snapped out one foot to clip it at the heel. With the angle she was at, she was able to hit the Achilles Tendon, making its next step suddenly turn jagged and weak. Taking advantage of this, she balanced on one foot while kicking at the back of its knee on the already partially-injured leg, causing it to collapse at an awkward angle. Once it hit the ground, she lifted her already-raised foot up and then smashed her heel into the side of its head, right on the temple. This one seemed to have already started to decompose, and she had more ease shattering its skull than she expected. Due to this, her foot slapped the ground, sending a light pain up her knee, and it sort of felt numb for some time.
Gray stepped back with a sharp exhale, quickly turning and moving her arm to slice the sharpest side of the blade across the neck of a closely-approaching Walker. Immediately it let out an annoying groaning squeal that was of a higher pitch than even she could manage. Wincing slightly at the sound, she drove the knife into its forehead before kicking it backwards with her foot, causing it to fall backwards and crack its head against the ground.
Moving at a fairly casual pace, she walked over the one that she'd slashed the throat of, and started towards the rest of the coming mob. Her heart was racing, and Adrenaline was making her a little jumpy. Some sweat had appeared on her forehead, and her breaths were a little shorter, both from the excitement and exertion of effort. She felt the need to run, but restrained herself from doing so. In the meantime, while she still had about six seconds before the nearest one reached her, she took a glance at Dallas, watching for a brief moment as he made a kill. Not bad. She thought, raising her eyebrows in an impressed manner. I could do totally that, though. She immediately added in her head, scoffing lightly just to brush her own ego. Definitely. I could do it better. She snickered, smirking to herself. Then, without further ado, she moved on to the nearest Walker, fully intending to end it.

[☠>military brat.]

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[All alone] [forgot what it's like to care] [still alive] [who cares if I die?] [already dead inside]

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Dallas Luka Scott
The lonely cowboy

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[with: Grace|health: 97%|mental state: fine|action: talking @Grace|mood: amused/calm]

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I don't need the noise or trouble other people bring--nobody cares about what I've done; why should I care what you think?!

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Dallas began to move forward at a slowish pace, mainly due to the fact that he was swinging his machete at each walker that approached. It wasn't long before he realized that he had made decent "pile" of them. The moment he did a satisfied grin appeared on his face for a brief moment, but it was immediately replaced by a disgusted grimace when yet another pair of them practically crawled out of the alley. He made a swift turning motion and hit the one behind him right smack in between the eyes with his knife, after dislodging it the creature fell. "Ha!" Dallas let out a satisfied breath of air and threw his knife at one that was farther away, pinning it against the wooden door at the beginning of the alley. He then put his machete away and pulled out his bat, swinging it with an impressive force towards a rather gross looking walker. He hit the creature in the back of the head and made a decent sized dent before the creature fell to its knees. Dallas slowly made his way over to the creature with his knife in its head. After retrieving it Dallas had a brief moment to see the situation from afar, there were more of them coming in from all around. "They must have heard my shouting...but there aren't supposed to be this many flesh eaters in town! One of the gates must be down...or something..." Dallas was in no way concerned for his own safety...or really anyone else's, but he was very concerned with the fact that there were so many walkers where walkers were supposed to be scarce. Especially now that they use them for the fights. Perhaps he was a bit worried that Grace would get overwhelmed by the swarm, but that's just the gentleman coming out of him...I guess. "Looks like they invited their friends over to the party as well!" Dallas called out to Grace with a smirk on his face as he used his knife to silence a walker behind him and in front of him. "She seems to be handling herself just fine without your help...the extra walkers will just add to the fun."

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Grace Walker - Against the World

Just as she tossed one aside that now had a fairly nice sized hole in between its eyes from her knife, Gray looked over at Dallas. "How rude." She panted, feeling quite exhausted from the mess. She wasn't used to doing this much. She was actually quite impressed that she'd been able to take out as many as she did. She believed she was at eleven now, which, for her, was a record. She didn't normally just charge at hordes and start a riot, and, not much to her surprise, it was quite a tiresome event. Thankfully, though, they didn't know how to fight back as well as living people did. If they did, she'd be zapped of every ounce of energy she had in her. To fight, Gray used a lot of regular fighting maneuvers rather than weapons. The knife was mostly used to just kill them, but first she had to get it off its feet to make sure her blows would count, and that was what was wearing her out. "At least they could've sent a notice in advance." She added, using a strong flick of her wrist to sent her knife driving into the forehead of another one. Gray wasn't perfect at throwing knives, and had hit it quite far off to the left, but at least it stuck. From there, she stalked over, ripped her knife out, and repeatedly stabbed it in the cranium until it stopped moaning. Then she dropped it to a heap on the ground, a heavy sigh coming from her lungs. "If I knew there were going to be this many, I would've rented a bouncy-house." She murmured, using the toe of her foot to keep a little one at bay. It looked to be about four-years-old, honestly, and was a few inches shorter than her hip. Look at this shorty. Was I that short as a kid? God, I hope not. I would've looked like to total doofus. The little zombie child swung its arms wildly at her, but was too stupid to do more than just try and push forwards, which wasn't working out too well. She frowned at it, almost not wanting to kill it, but then decided to, anyway, knowing that sparring the thing would be a terrible decision.
She dropped her foot for a moment, letting the kid stumble a step forwards, but not a second later, she kicked her foot back up again, hitting it right on the chin. Its head snapped back with a certain stomach-churning noise, and from there it crumbled, no longer screaming like it had been.
Grace made a disgusted noise as she stepped over its body, using the back of her hand to wipe her damp forehead. "It's gonna smell like death over here for a week now." She complained with a roll of her eyes, licking her dry lips once. "That'll suck for yoooouu!" She sang, convincing herself to pick her attitude about this situation back up.
"How many more do you think there are?" She asked, pausing in her step for a moment. She looked over her shoulder, flinching at how many were there. She cursed under her breath in a slow manner, quite impressed with the significant path that followed Dallas. Good God... "Guilty pleasure, huh? Do you sleep-kill, or something? Because, honestly, you look like this is some kind of walk in the park." And I look like death. Fantastic. Maybe I'll blend in with the other Walkers and be ignored. Wouldn't that be an interesting strategy?

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{Johanna can meet up with Mike if ya would like sorry for the short post but ill get more into}

Mike Long-Against the World

Mike was wondering the streets around the fight house. His boots made a slight tap with each step almost creating a small beat. As he walked he stared at the ground watching his feet step one in front of the other. This life was not what he had planned for the world. On his hip he carried a machete, couple small hunting knives, and a crossbow across his back. His jeans were faded blue with stains months old. His shirt was one of the newer ones he found in an abandoned home a few days back, only to be torn at the sleeves and stained with sweat. Atop his head was his favorite black hat he used to wear in rodeos before the world went to h*ll. Looking up he noticed he had walked much closer to fight house than he had planned. The streets were almost empty side from the few walkers they had captured a while back. Gripping the knife at his side he began to turn away from the place and walked back the way he had come. Some human company would be nice and to find someone should not be to hard.

[☠>military brat.]

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[All alone] [forgot what it's like to care] [still alive] [who cares if I die?] [already dead inside]

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Dallas Luka Scott
The lonely cowboy

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[with: Grace|health: 97%|mental state: fine|action: talking @Grace|mood: amused/calm]

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I don't need the noise or trouble other people bring--nobody cares about what I've done; why should I care what you think?!

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Dallas continued to practically mow through the crowd that had accumulated around him when he took his time with their buddy. He began to kick and shove them away, giving them each a nice hole in the head before moving on to the next. He was only a little out of breath, his tactic was simple...kill them fast and use as little energy as possible. But this amount was insane! It was a good thing he had weapons, he could handle a small horde of them without weapons but this wasn't a "small horde" it was a swarm. "I know right?! I guess next time I invite the party animals over I will prepare more snacks...the poor things look starving!" Dallas let out a breath if laughter as he knocked one against a nearby car and repeatedly hit it in the torso with his bat before finishing it off with a stomp of his foot when it finally sank down to the ground. "A bouncy house or a DJ! I could totally jam out to thriller right now..." He laughed bit more as the horde started to thin out, it still felt as though each one he killed was replaced by at two more at the very least. The grin on his face disappeared and re-appeared each time he would swing his bat or knife. He began to alternate between the weapons rather often, holstering the ones he wasn't using. "No kidding! I live close to this street. I'm sure that the stench will settle on my house for a while. It's time like these I really miss street sweepers!" Dallas smirked a bit as he pictured a big old street sweeper coming by and cleaning up all the bodies. He knew someone would get sick of the smell and burn the bodies eventually, there were enough people in the vicinity. Strangely enough none of them in the streets...what they don't want to join the party? He rolled his eyes with an amused look on his face as he grabbed one of the larger ones by the short and stringy hair on its head, it only yelled at him for a moment before he silenced it with his knife. "Every night...what is that not...normal?? I'm glad you think so...I was beginning to think you weren't noticing how fun this is!" He spoke with a calm and slightly sarcastic tone, not making it totally obvious that he wasn't serious. Sure he enjoyed making them pay for what they've done...but he wasn't sure how much he enjoyed doing it after a while. Too much of a good thing can be bad...or at least boring. "You aren't so bad yourself, do this again sometime?" This time when he spoke he made it completely obvious that he was being totally sarcastic with his tone and expression, at least when he asked if she wanted to run into the middle of a swarm like this again. He started to realize how stupid he was being, and how stubborn she seemed to be. It was obvious that she agreed that it wasn't the best idea in the world, however they were both reluctant to call it quits...or at least be the one to suggest that they do so. "It seems like all the good ones are gone, it's a shame. First they invite all their friends to the party and then leave just when it's getting good!" Typical...these things remind me of some friends I had back in the day, perhaps they are among them? Crap! Dallas hissed out a string of curse words when one of them laid it's filthy hands on him, he reacted quickly by decapitating it with his machete. Perfect timing I guess...

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[☠>military brat.]

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[together we can survive] [yet forever alone] [still alive] [praying for the numbing to stop]

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Nadia Kadia Teodoro
the broken sweetheart

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[with: TBD|health: 98%|mental state: "ok"|action: on a mission|mood: irritated/nervous]

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watch out for the devil in those angel eyes---you won't know I was always there till I'm gone.

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Nadia watched as the woman in the ring fought off a pair of walkers with her bare hands, she was better than most...and they went easier on her because she was a girl. People liked it better when they did good, though many of the people there just came to see someone get bit. She had been questioning people for well over an hour, only the ones that were obviously drunk. She noticed that one of the people she had just talked to was pointing in her direction...he seemed perfectly sober now. She guessed that they had suspected people were spying on their men when they went here, she now found herself in their shoes. While she thought was getting information from from the tall and seemingly drunk man...he was actually getting information on her. The moment she saw a small group of large men heading her way Nadia made a break for the door, she was stopped by yet another. He practically towered over her, this took her off guard. However she had just enough time to dodge his blows and pull out her bow, the tip of the arrow only a few feet from his face. She expected him to surrender...but he started laughing. In a matter of seconds she was nearly surrounded by the rest of them, this made her very irritated...but she was mostly afraid of what would happen. She took the split second he had before one of them decided to lift his gun and fire to turn to him and release her arrow...it obviously hit it's mark. She grabbed another arrow and pulled back the heavy string of her bow and let it fly before anyone could even blink, it hit the man who stopped her at the door which gave her time to run out before the rest started shooting at her. She turned and ran along the alley and reached for the fire-escape, stopping after pulling herself up halfway. She noticed a man walking around behind the building and looked quickly between him and the fire-escape. She figured that she would have better luck with it protecting her...not him but the building behind him. the men were already behind her, this aided in her decision to run in his direction. She almost rammed right into him, but she did manage to brush up against him with her shoulder as the bullets flew in their direction. She took the time to push him to the ground so that he wouldn't get shot, in that moment she felt a bullet graze past her and yet another hit her in the arm just above her elbow. She let out a gasp and ran to the building a few feet away, disappearing behind the door as several of the bullets hit the door. The pain she felt in her arm was excruciating...but adrenaline kept her moving. She jumped out of the way and slammed into the pavement,the few seconds she had to lay there were silent. She looked up and realized that the men who were chasing her were having zombie trouble...the silence was interrupted by screaming and yelling. "D-don't touch me..." The moment she realized that she was only inches from the man she backed up and grabbed her bow with a grimace on her face. She quickly loaded the arrow and pulled back the string with a groan, she tried not to cry but the pain was making her eyes water. "Just...let me get out of here and we both leave with our heads intact."

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[☠>military brat.]

Oops!! I thought you said Nadia...I can post for her instead if you'd like. I just re-read what you had said and silently cursed myself...lol I read over it too fast.