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[☠>military brat.]

@treasure.;; your characters are accepted. You can jump in wherever as long as it's ok with everyone, if you want to can post on the chat thread beforehand. (I also have two characters open.)

@countrygal9653;; posting ASAP.

[☠>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: laying her weapons down|mood: uneasy]

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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 started to calm down a bit more as Mike stepped back, but she kept her bow pulled back as best she could under these conditions. She started to curse under her breath yet again, it seemed more polite for her to do so in another language...but that was just because she figured he couldn't understand her. It came naturally though since she grew up in Italy for the most part. "What makes you so sure?" Nadia could tell he was nervous, her own voice was cracking as she spoke quietly with both eyebrows raised. Sure the whole thing was total bull, but at least it was convincing enough...maybe that was just the bow talking? She felt sorry for him in a way...first she ran into him, then she shoved him to the ground almost getting him shot, and now she was pointing an "loaded" bow in his face. This wasn't helping her look ver sane now was it? "Fine. You can help me." Nadia finally gave up and lowered the bow slowly, her eyes narrowing in the direction of his weapons. "I put my weapons down...you can do the same." She looked at him in the eye this time with her eyebrows raised expectantly. Well...not all of them. Nadia mentally rolled her eyes and tossed the bow and quiver of arrows or the side, and then took out her little pocket knife and placed it carefully to the side as well, however she was able to reach it if she tried hard enough. The only reason she would feel the need to do this was if he did something stupid, in which case she wouldn't stand a chance...maybe even if she had the little knife. lets just hope that you didn't - this up like in the fight house. You seem to leave a trail if bad decisions in your wake...oh well. Nobody's perfect I guess.

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[val.]

{{ Alright, thank you c: }}

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Cali held tight to Scout's leash, the jet black dog eager to start running though Cali just walked, unsure of really where she was going. Every time a walker would be in Scout's smelling range he would start to fret, bouncing left and right, whining softly. But now he was trying to run, and that made Cali unsure and frightened. She indeed started to run, just as a few walkers came gurgling out of the alley way where she had been walking slowly, growling as they chased after her. At first, Cali thought they were human, because they were fast, but soon she saw one of them fall and it's arm fall off, so she sped away as quickly as her legs would let her, her eyes all teary as she held from screaming, biting her bottom lip. Cali gasped as a small horde started to come her way, walking and limping slowly towards her, making her turn, running towards one of the buildings. Cali kicked the door open and looked around, seeing a place under the stairs with a closed door which meant no walkers. Sighing calmly with happiness, Cali opened the door, and checked around before closing it and looking out of the room window at the walkers coming in before shutting the blindfolds so they didn't see her or hear her. Cali looked around the room, and turned the sputtering on and off light in the ceiling on so she could see better. Cali found some cans of food under a chair, and two beds against the wall, which were messy but okay. Cali put her back-pack down, and patted Scout on the head, before going to make one bed to sleep on.

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Hey! Get em' get em, get em'! Shouted Red to Dijango and Soldier as they fought bravely against some walkers, Red watching from a tree. He drew his sword, which he had gotten from a weaponry, and climbed down the tree, rolling on the ground as he swiftly cut a walker in half, helping the dogs as more came. Being cocky and stubborn, Red didn't want to leave what was left of his camp to the slow walkers. He growled, destroying almost the whole herd of zombies though his dogs did the rest of the damage too. Red stood over the dead bodies, putting his sword away as he used one hand to wipe his bloody jaw, as he had scraped it coming down the tree. He chuckled, turning to pat his dogs on the head and clean his camp up. Red walked around setting his traps back up and then start a small fire. Red took his shirt of and used some of his water to wet it, wiping his face and cleaning the wounds. The boy stood up and stretched, going to his tent as he tied his shirt to the top to let it dry. A bit tired and hungry, Red went back to the fire, and stood by the warm orange flames, watching them closely.

[captain,]

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⊰ ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ ⊱

"The name is Teagan Rosalina Reddington, but that's a mouthful so just Teagan works. I'm a woman, no doubt about it or reason to second guess it. I was born a girl and I shall die a girl. My age, which by the way is quite rude to ask for ever, is twenty-two. Not too young, not too old. I'd say it would be a good age to be if the world wasn't in its current situation that is. Can't have as much fun when it's like this. I was born September 7th, and I guess I like keeping track of how old I am. Sometimes I think I might have gone mad long before now if I didn't use it to preoccupy my mind."

⊰ ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ ⊱

"The whole zombie infestation definitely had an effect on my appearance. I'm 5'7" with a dancer's figure. My weights probably roughly 135 pounds give or take some. I'm very much leg and have a small torso. I will admit I've got the curvy hips, and a rather toned bottom. That's mainly from all the exercise I get from constantly being on the move now a days. I have naturally red hair, down to the bottom of my spin. It's wavy and a mess so I either don't bother fighting it and just leave it down or I put it up in a ponytail. My eyes are a rather boring brown. Nothing at all special or memorable about them. I have one tattoo I got when I was sixteen. It's on my right collarbone and it says '膽' which means bravery. Ironic really. I have a scar that's rather ugly and jagged going across from my belly button down towards the left to my hipbone from a nasty knife fight. I wasn't hurt too badly though since it was shallow."

⊰ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ⊱

"Before this whole ordeal someone might have said I was innocent, caring, gentle, delicate. I don't think any of those words could describe me now. When you're fighting to survive everyday you're changed and normally not in a good way. I'm straightforward. I don't tip-toe around a problem. I have something to say, you better expect me to say it. There isn't time to be wasted on a situation that could be resolved quickly if you're straightforward. I'm territorial. If I've claimed it, stay away. It's hard to survive and bandits stealing your stuff just makes life that much harder. I'm also untrusting. My scar, I got from my ex-boyfriend. It was shortly after the start of the zombie uprising and he got greedy and tried to kill me. Since then I'm a little more guarded and skeptical of people. I guess that's what happens when someone you trusted turns on you."

⊰ ｂａｃｋｇｒｏｕｎｄ ⊱

"Before all of this my life wasn't very exciting. I was the only child of a couple who lived in Oklahoma. My parents farmed, grew all sorts of stuff though I didn't really care. I was more of the artsy sort, always painting or drawing something. My parents of course loved it saying I was going to be someone one day. If I wasn't doing art I was dancing. I danced from the age of four all the way through high school and managed to get a scholarship with it to go to Boston University. My boyfriend since tenth grade decided to join me and we both went to B.U. That's how I ended up in Boston."

⊰ ｗｅａｐｏｎｒｙ ⊱

"My first choice is a revolver. Simple, easy to use. The only downside is the farther away my target the less accurate my shot gets. Otherwise I'm a pretty good at hitting my mark. I can handle a shotgun, though it's a bit too big for my likings. A machete is my next pick. Great with one on one with a zombie, but it can get a bit hard when there is more than just one. In those situations I like to just find any available item around, typically something with length so I can keep them a good distance away from me. I guess it's not really weapons, but I do carry around a messenger bag with a few items inside incase I ever have to venture out alone. I have a sort of ratty old blanket that provides a little warm against the chill at night. A discarded thermos I like to use to store water in. It's hard to know when you're going to get the chance to stop and get a proper drink. I also have a spare weapon, a pocket knife just incase I lose my gun or machete. Not the most ideal weapon, but it works all the same."

⊰ ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓ ⊱

"To start off with, as far as I know my parents are dead. I haven't heard from them since this started so I assumed the worst and moved on. I'm apart of a 'gang' as I like to call it, run by another survivor Talon. He's an interesting fellow. A bit mad I believe but he's handsome. I'll admit there are feelings on my side, but I doubt he returns them and it's very unlikely I'll ever act on them. I don't really have close friends. There are others I interact with but no one I would trust with my life."

[☠>military brat.]

@captian;; your character is accepted, you can post whenever you want. If you would like Talon can interact with her for a while.

@treasure;; I can reply with one of my characters [Johanna] or you can wait until someone "comes along"
(Which would you rather RP with Johanna if at all?)

[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

Mike Long-Against the World

A small sigh of relief left Mike as the girl put her bow down. He wasn't sure if all her weapons were truly aside but he showed her his belt then one my one removed his weapons. Pulling the small tie on the machete is slowly lowered it followed by his small hunting knives leaving one in his back pocket just incase. The crossbow was last for it was the easiest to shoot in case she made a jump for him. Pulling the strap over his head and hat he set it just next to his feet. Showing her his hands he stepped to the side away from his weapons. "Trust is a big thing round here, all mine are down." He looked the girl over as the small pool of blood was still collecting next to her. "Now lets stop that bleedin and get outta here," Slowly taking a step forward he kept his hands away from any pockets. He did not want to risk getting stabbed as he tried to help. If she did he hoped she would make it a quick death, he did not wish to be one of the new walkers for the fighting ring. Crouching only a few feet away he waited for her to make the first move.

[☠>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: laying her weapons down|mood: uneasy]

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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 with narrowed eyes as he put down all of his potential weapons one by one, putting the crossbow down last. She felt a bit more nervous for whatever reason when he put his hand on the crossbow than any other weapon he had. Mainly because it was I in her mind the most dangerous of all the weapons he had. "There is a reason for that..." She commented with a darkened expression, cocking her head slightly as she looked him in the eye carefully. She searched his expression and body language for any sign of aggression and found none, this made her feel a bit safer. For now. There is still time...you only just met him. She clenched her arm tightly when she noticed him looking at it, and then realized why he was doing so. The blood was trickling down at an alarming rate, she needed to find a way to stop it before she bled out. "Got any ideas?" She asked him with a desperate expression, hoping for a solution other than burning the wound. Sure that would fix most of her problems, the bleeding would stop and it would definitely clean it....but it would also be excruciatingly painful. Well that's better than bleeding out. If you don't stop the bleeding completely those creatures will smell it on you. Anything is better than being eaten alive. She watched him with a slightly pain-filled expression, though she was still untrusting of him. Oh please if he wanted to kill you, you would already be dead. The main reason she didn't want the help was because of how prideful she was, but that wasn't the only reason. After everything that happened today Nadia wasn't trusting anyone so quickly again.

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Grace Walker - Against the World

"Really? Cockroaches? Oh, man, that must suck." Gray made a little wincing motion, actually being honest about her statement. Those things were everywhere. Being allergic to them probably wasn't much fun at all, and depending on how severe, it might suck a lot. She was curious as to what happened if he came in contact with them, though. Would he die? That would be pretty awful; to be able to face down an entire horde of zombies with just a few weapons, only to be killed by a measly little cockroach. Of course, it was fully possible that it was just a mild, not-too-life-threatening-but-still-bothersome thing.
She grinned, giving an airy chuckle as she look at his blood-smeared face. She, honestly, didn't really know what to say, and was busy trying to figure out what a bystander would be thinking if they only saw him now, and not four minutes earlier when heads had been rolling. "Well, if it means anything, you seem to be doing a fantastic job at rocking the 'just-walked-out-of-a-bloody-war' look." She commented with a little grin. Speaking of bloody... She pulled out her switchblade once more for a moment, taking a look at the discolored blade with a look of mixed disgust and satisfaction. Sure, it looked cool to have a blood-strained blade, but would smell awful very soon. Making a little mental note to clean it off whenever she got the chance, and put it away once more.
"How in the world did you come to that conclusion?" She asked with a raise of an eyebrow, knowing he was being sarcastic, and was matching his tone with her own. "I would never say something so rude." A lightly playful smirk teased her lips as she spoke, a laugh in her voice.
"So, is it actually your job and responsibility to kill them? Or did you just take it upon yourself to do something like that?" She asked, before suddenly stumbling a couple steps. Her arms swung out in front of herself in the event she fell, but was able to catch herself and stay on her feet, though was a little surprised by the sudden tripping. At first, she'd thought that Dallas had done it, but when she turned, she saw just one of the corpses lying on the ground, its head a little... out of line. Watch where you're going, Gray... Tripping over dead bodies isn't really all that exciting. She straightened into a normal standing position, and then continued to walk, acting like it never happened at all, except for the little scoff she did at her own self.
"I'm pretty sure that if you wanted to simply chop my head off, you would've done it already - it's not like you haven't had many opportunities. So, if you do plan on killing me, at least you've put some thought into it, which is actually quite considerate of you. So, sure, since you've offered food, and all." She shrugged nonchalantly, about 97% sure that he really wasn't actually planning to kill her. Nowadays people didn't really plan out the assassinations of people. They just do it the first opportunity they'd get, from what she'd seen.

[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

Mike Long-Against the World

Once again he risked looking around the room for solutions to stop her bleeding. Her wound had no exit which meant the bullet was still in her arm. That would be the biggest problem, once the bullets was out the bet thing to do was cauterize the wound. The whole process would be extremely painful. For now Mike had to come up with something better to just stop the bleeding till they could get the bullet out. But the smallest scent of blood attracted the walkers. Hiding his face in his hand he rubbed his temples. Taking off his hat he set it aside and looked the girl in the eyes. "The biggest problem ya got is ther's no exit wound. Before stitchin ya up we gotta get that bullet out," It was hard to think with his mind going a million miles an hour. Why would she trust him? Why should she trust him? Not only were they trapped in a tiny room possibly surrounded by walkers, there was no medical equipment nearby. The fight house did not have any because it was a fight house, usually if you were bit your were shot. Shifting his feet he sat cross legged in front of the girl and sighed. "How are ya feeling? You have lots a lot of blood," Picking his hat back up, he gentle set it back on his head and reached into his back pocket for his bandana. Unfolding it he rolled it into a snake and looked the girl in the eyes again. It was small but the rolled up bandana may help stop most the bleeding till they could get the bullet out. Putting his hand out he asked nicely, "May I ate least tie this on for a moment to stop majority of the blood?"

[val.]

{{ I suppose, it is really your choice. @☠thє☠ѕhíєld☠mαídєn☠ }}