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[.jaskier.]

Yesh!)

Lol got out earlier :3)

[The-Savage-Grace]

(YES! I am no longer alone here!)

Running her long fingers through her tangled light brown hair, Synthesis allowed her gaze to wander about her surroundings. She was standing in the middle of what used to be a traffic jam, the vehicles now empty of all occupants and left to rust. Slowly removing the ear buds from her delicate ears, Synthesis watched in silence as a small group of hulking shapes stumbled forwards, Heading directly for her with loud shrieking moans. She felt the corners of her mouth pull upwards in a twisted grin, exposing her straight white teeth. Keeping the grin plastered on her face, she slowly began to move towards the closest house, her voice ringing out clearly in a well used octave. "Come to try and taste my sweat flesh? Bring. It. On." She emphasized each word, her voice getting colder as she reached the end of her sentence.

Finally she reached the front steps of the house, the boards groaning under her weight. She had watched this house for days, and it seemed to be safe. For the time being.

[.jaskier.]

Zuko, walking through a car lot, sighed heavily. Just the day before this all happened, the girl he liked asked him out and ended up a zombie the next day. He looked around, hoping to find a car that was easy to drive, had no zombies, and was tough. As he searched, he found a jeep and grinned. He checked it out the sat his bag in the passenger seat and found the keys in the empty building, but still had his gun with him. He went back to the jeep and started to drive to the hunting shop, best place to find thing to kill zombies.

[.jaskier.]

I.... Am alone...)

[free.]

(You guys can call me Free, by the way. Most everyone does! :3 )

Andie.

Her dirt streaked face, tattered clothes, and messy hair showed she hadn't been tending to herself lately. Quite for awhile, actually. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, just pinned back out of her face. She wore a simple, long sleever t-shirt in which she had rolled the sleeves up. The color was dark, forest green. Along with that Andie wore lightweight, tan pants with many pockets. Not quite cargo pants, but almost. Her shoes were well-made running shoes, meant for escaping the h*ll away from zombies. Well, initially that hadn't been their purpose, but it was now, for Andie. She blinked her green eyes, glancing around from her spot high in the branches of a tree. Being a smart survivalist, she had tied herself to the trunk. Binoculars in one hand, she peered down into the forest below, waiting for Derek. They had guessed they would be safe up in a tree, as they had never seen a Zombie climb one. Andie only prayed to god they were right. All of their provisions were up there, tied to the trunk and placed on a flat board Derek had managed to nail to a sturdy limb. He was working on collecting more wood to try and build a sort of fort.
Lowering the binoculars form her face, Andie closed her eyes for a moment, whispering prayers to whomever the h*ll could save them now, that her brother would be spared his life yet again on this trip. Openig her eyes again, she peered through the binoculars. It was a deadland, and she and Derek were lucky to have found this forest, if you could call it that. The trees were scant and few, with dead ground between them. It horrified Andie, who was obsessed with wildlife. She made out the figure of a zombie through her binoculars, half stumbling, half walking randomly, making loud groans and other odd noises. Lowering her binoculars, she raised her trusty rifle, training the barrel on the lone figure as she looked through the scope. It was a few moments before she got a good shot, but when she did....BAM! The monster toppled ot the ground, head blasted off. "How Lovely." Andie said grimly, as she leaned back against the tree trunk to await further zombies, or her brother. Whichever came first.

[novella]

((Sorry to interrupt, but may I join? This RP sounded like zombie-masacre fun! ...Wow, I must be really morbid, huh?))

[free.]

(The owner said they'd be accepting for awhile, so it's probably fine to post your forms.)

[The-Savage-Grace]

(What Free said. You may join.)

Ramming her bony shoulder into the door as hard as she could, Syn tried desperately to get into the house, hoping that if she could get up on the roof, she would at least have a chance to blow apart a few heads before she was eaten. Maybe. After the third or fourth time she hit the door with her leather clad shoulder, there was a loud splintering crack, and she flew through the now open doorway. Chuckling, she raced up the stairs as fast as she could, heading for what she hoped was a way to higher ground. After stumbling through the dark house for a while, she finally found her way into a large room that she guessed to be a living room. What had this world come to? There was a living room on the second floor! Taking in her surroundings, she noted the set of double glass doors that lead onto what she guess was a balcony.

Shrugging, she pushed open the doors slowly, not yet decided on whether this was a good idea or not. The doors were only glass and could be broken easily. She was in the middle of a psychological warfare when a loud crash echoed from the first floor. Muttering a quick little "What have I got to loose!", Synthesis walked onto the balcony and looked over the wooden railing that surrounded the small space. It was close enough to the ground that she could probably jump off with only minor damage to her knees. Sliding her beloved Sawed off shot gun from her belt, Syn loaded a couple rounds into the barrel and cocked the loader, loving the loud clicks it gave off. "Here we go!"

[beekind]

A V A N O

Name:
Avano Terrace
Age:
14
Gender:
Female
Profession:
Student
Skills:
Avano hasn't ever really had an affinity for fighting or injuring things at all,but she does possess a talent for inventing. If you give her a few pieces of scrap metal and a blow torch,she can fashion just about any weapon you can imagine. Along with her innovative tendencies,she's also pretty good at playing the flute.
Bio:
Once Upon a Time,In a quaint little hospital,a beautiful baby girl was born. She was happy,Healthy and beautiful,everything her two loving parents could have ever wanted.

Avano was born in the room next door.

She only had one parent,A 15 year-old girl who was too young to know what to do with the baby,and too prideful to keep it. She merely handed the infant over to the Doctors and walked out. She never saw her daughter again. Avano,as she was dubbed by the nurses was raised at the hospital,staying in the Children's Critical Care Ward until she was old enough to begin grade school. She never really associated with the other children and was often made fun of because of her lack of any real family. After enduring teasing and bullying for years,in Grade Six,she stopped talking. It wasn't all at once;first her speech pattern started to decline,then she started to only answer yes or no questions,next single word commands were all she found herself able to manage. By Grade Eight,everyone in her Middle School thought her mute. That was perfectly fine with her. She didn't need friends,so she thought. She had her inventions. After school she used to retreat into her hospital room for hours on end,fusing together old syringe needles to make frames for new projects. When the lights would go out,signaling bed time,she'd play herself to sleep on her flute,always the same soft lullaby. The Winter she turned 14,She packed up her belongings and ran away. No one knew why she did it,heck,Avano herself didn't know why she did it. Maybe just for a change of scenery. Whatever she ran for didn't matter,because a few weeks later,the plague hit.
Personality:
Avano is a usually very quiet,reserved girl always preferring to work out problems rather than fight about them. She's the epitome of calm,her serene mask never breaking unless she's feeling some sort of extreme emotion. She has no 'friends' to speak of and would like to keep it that way. Not because she's standoffish,simply because if she's in a dangerous situation,she doesn't want to be worrying about someone who holds a place in her heart. She was practically raised on the notion that 'No Love means No Heartbreak.' In the Children's Ward,no one was guaranteed to live till the next day,so the nurses made a point of not getting attached. After all,when you're not shown love as a child,you can only be so affectionate.
Likes:
Sleeping,Reading and Playing her Flute
Dislikes:
Loud Noises,Artificial Light and
Greatest fear:
The Emptiness that comes with being alone.
Sexuality: )
Heterosexual
Theme:
No Harm,The Boxer Rebellion
Equipment:
Since Avano isn't really one for violence,the only weapon she carries around is a Bō and occasionally

{I'm sorry...this is kinda a bad form,My muse is low right now...}

[The-Savage-Grace]

(Accepted!)