[[ Abandoned ]] [semi-lit+ zombie, accepting]

[kimmy1479]

~Ashia~

Ashia nodded, taking another swig of her own drink as the girl walked out.
"Cheers." she said belatedly, more to herself than anyone around. She was still behind the counter, feeling more like a bartender than someone hiding from a zombie apocalypse. But that suited her fine, and she bent down to scan the cabinets. She was hungry, and wasn't sure that peanuts would satisfy her appetite. As she looked and rummaged through the cupboards, she found another pack of peanuts. Before continuing her search, she tried to stand back up, accidently smacking the back of her head on the overhang of the counter.
"Ouch." she muttered as she began to pop the nuts eagerly into her mouth.

[Hekomi]

Charles Kinsley

Charles was glad to hear Rick's confirmation about what he had hoped. Surely in all the frenzy not all the firearms had been seized. "If you can get in there, we should try," he said, securing one of the last boards. He knew his way around a firearm but hadn't had much use for them since. His own mounted section was probably already devastated from the people looting. "I used to work with the mounted squad; I took what supplies I could grab when I left. My mount is still over there. Hopefully those... things don't like animals as much as humans. I doubt it's worth trying to head there. But the main station might be worth checking out.

Charles pursed his lips at the next comment. It was good they were in a group, but they'd eventually need supplies, and he was sure they wouldn't be able to stay in the bar forever. The city was already pretty overrun by the undead. With a frown, he brushed his fingers through his hair. [b]"You and I could possibly go together. With just two we can be fast and work together. That means we can leave the rest here, and I'm sure with a group this large they should be okay," he glanced at Temptiz, Rob, Ivan; they all appeared strong and able to hold the fort.

"We should at least make use of some of the things here. Pool sticks could be widdled down at the end to act as javelins, or just to push them back to keep safe. We can use the alcohol or molotovs. The station isn't too far from here, we can probably get back and forth before the sun sets, do you reckon?" He glanced around, watching the rest of the survivors mill about. Suddenly though a young woman, looking to be just his age approached him, and he was instantly taken aback by her direct question.

"Uhhh, I'm not sure anyone is really in charge," he said, biting his lip for a moment. The group did need a leader, but Charles was hesitant as to whether that was something he could fill or not. Her confidence was obvious, and Charles wasn't quite sure how to reply to her. Either way, he found his voice soon enough, replying to her slew of questions. "This is Rick, I'm Charles. We were going to go on a supply run, try to grab some guns and ammo from the police station. Can you use a gun?" he asked, referring to the line of bullets. She certainly seemed capable enough and a good person to add to their group.

Avalon Caradoc

Avalon merely nodded at him when he took the bread, smiling a little bit as he handed her some bandaids. She hadn't seen a bandaid in so long, and she stared at it for a moment before tucking it into her backpack. "Yes," she said softly, in reply to his question, shuffling a bit closer to him. "I'm Avalon," she finally said, watching him cough. She wondered if there was anything for it, maybe some medicine, but said nothing about it. He seemed to want to do something else, not talk about his cough and Avalon was okay with that. "Oh, uh, okay," she replied, feeling his hand grasped around her own. It was warm and comforting in a way, even while there were so many things out there trying to attack them. Avalon still didn't understand it all, and she wasn't sure she really wanted to.

[Awnry~Kitten]

X Killas 07 X

When the girl {Billie} showed up that he had seen earlier, he glanced over a couple of times, but kept his attention mostly on Aaron. He didn't really know what to say, the kid wasn't really too social. He didn't seem to really want company right now, so he decided to introduce himself and leave him be. "Well, I'm Robert, this is my dog Bryan. If you need anything, I'm here, bro." He smiled kindly and went off to walk around. He kept glancing over to the girl, but mostly kept to himself.

[kimmy1479]

~Aaron~

"Aaron." he replied in way of introduction, and than continued to sit and drink, not bothering to stop the guy as he walked off. As he continued to sit in monotony. The slight buzz he had received from the alcohol in his hand did not detour him from overhearing a conversation a little ways away. Curious, he stood and made his way over to the group. It seemed to consist mainly of two men he hadn't yet met, the woman who had been drinking Ginger Ale with the other girl.
"Excuse me, but did you say you where going on a mission to the Police Station for weapons?" Aaron asked them, waiting for confirmation. "I would like to join whoever is going." he told them, stating his purpose.

[To- Charles, Billie, and Rick.]

[Bearsy <3]

Rick studied the girl who'd approached; her tone was confident, but he wasn't so sure that she felt quite so brave. He noted the ammo she held and then turned his attention back to Charles.
"I had no idea." Rick smiled slightly, "Small world, huh?" he shoved his hands in his pockets and fumbled around, before checking every other pocket."I might have some spare keys on me; save breaking in and makin' a commotion. Hold on." He removed his bag and grabbed an over-turned bar stool, righting it before setting the bag down on it. Rick was reluctant to take everything out, so he quickly patted down the outer pockets.

"Ha! This could be it!" He grinned, whipping the keys out and inspecting them quickly. "That sounds good. We don't want to take unncessary risks now." Rick reasoned, nodding at Charles' words.

When Charles introduced him he nodded once, smiling reassuringly.

As the boy approached, Rick rested one hand upon his pistol again, shouldering the bag once more and watching him carefully. "I don't know about that; can you shoot? Have you had training?" He didn't mean to come off as rude, but honestly he wasn't comfortable taking someone with no training out into... that.

[[I'm afraid I'm being rushed to come off now, so I'll be back tomorrow. <33]]

[intriguing]

~ Billie Tara Evans ~

"Oh well, I'm sorry about that, just seemed you were in charge," said Billie apologetically. She nodded, "Nice to meet you," she said with a gentle smile, she thought about the situation, she wouldn't have met half of these people if it weren't for circumastances. She was unsure now whether the 'apocalypse' was a good or bad thing, it certainly meant she got out more, even if it was with the soul purpose of sending walkers back to their graves. "It looks that way but I can't for the life of me," she replied with a sigh, she wished she could fire a gun, but she hadn't been brought up like that, she'd always been interested in mechanics and comics and baseball rather than rifles and ammo and army. "I just loaded up whatever I could in case I got in a group," she said, before adding, "It's all in the handbook," and she tapped her pocket in which there was the bulge of a small book. She had always been a closet nerd, and interest in the fictional genre of the living dead had been no exception to her geeky ways. She had, for a good percentage of he rlife, been more open to the concept of zombies than religion, and now they were here, she was already prepared and knew exactly what to do. "If you need people though I'm happy to join you on the run," she said with a shrug and a half smile, she could do with a bit of action, being holed up in a cupboard for days hadn't been great for her joints or her mind. "Are you sure it's safe here though, I've been here for a few days and the walkers only left yesterday, they might still be in the vicinity," she said, looking around again, almost expecting a biting irony to haunt her and walkers arms to push through the gaps in the wood barricade.
Billie looked to Rick, "Oh, if you're looking for people with training I probably oughtn't come either," she said, looking down to the floor, she hadn't relaised quite who she was mixing with. All she had to show for herself was a blood spattered baseball bat and a confident tone of voice, in comparison to all these men, her skills seemed pratically meaningless. "Are you all ex-forces then or something?" she asked, before raising her hand to cover her yawn. She had merely been a trainee mehcanic fresh out of college, she didn't know if she was capable enough to stick around with them long. Maybe she would go first? She shuddered, she hated contemplating her death, but she found herself doing it an awful lot now.

[Princess Porcelain]

xXLizzzieXx'S CHARACTERS

Name - Koren Aryana Lark
Age - Sixteen.
Gender - Female
Status - Well...she's alive...
Weapons - A sword, a bow and arrows, an automatic rifle.
Strengths - She has a brilliant aim, and she can shoot almost anything, as long as there is nothing obstructing her view of the target. She is also extremely swift, and completely silent when she walks, so most of the time you cannot hear her if she is trying to sneak up on you.
Weaknesses - She is headstrong, and listens only to herself, as well as being proud, however, not vain.

Appearance - Koren is a beautifully constructed teenage girl, from her long, graceful legs to her angelic face. She has vivid bright green eyes that, at times, may seem as if they are neon green, however, they miss being that particular color by a few shades, and it is only when she is happy that they show that kind of brilliance. Her eyes are large, and framed by long, dark eyelashes and dark eyebrows that form an upside-down V when raised. She has soft facial features, and pale, baby pink lips that form a smile to encourage others when they are down and to encourage herself. She has an athletic build, she stands at 5'3", and the flexible body of a gymnast, and her skin is so pale, moon-white doesn't accurately describe her complexion. It seems to emit a faint aura, though if you look closer, you realize her aura is illusory and her skin reflects most of the light that touches it. Her hair, however, is an ebony color, and it reaches her ankles, and it is so curly, thick, and easily tangled that it is kept in a braid at all times, which is good, because her braid can also be used as a weapon, as well.

Personality - Koren is a strong, smart, and brave young girl, though she has never realized it, nor has she realized that she is extremely beautiful. She is a brilliant fighter, and will do anything to protect her younger brother, Timothy. Though she is young, small, and quite vulnerable, she has an extreme faith in God that never fails to save her when she needs saving most. No matter what, she always projects an air of calmness and joyfulness, even when she least feels like it, because she knows that others need encouraging just as much as she does. Since she lost her entire family except her little brother, Timothy, died very recently, she knows what it's like to feel pain, and she feels it every minute of every day, though she hides it with a smile and a helping hand. She never wants to see another person as unhappy as she's been in months past, so she hides her pain, even when everything seems to be going wrong and she just wants to break down and cry.

History - Koren was six months old when her real parents put her up for adoption. They never could take care of her, and they loved her, so they knew it would be the best choice. At one, she was adopted by Peter and Hannah Lark, who took her in and raised her as their own. At age two, her little brother, Timothy, was born, and she loved him at first sight. On her sixteenth birthday, her parents were killed by zombies, so she has been taking care of her little brother ever since.

Name - Timothy Andrew Lark
Age - Fourteen.
Gender - Male.
Status - Currently alive, though he does have minor injuries to his leg and arm.
Weapons - Two pistols, a dagger, and some darts.
Strengths - He works out a lot, and therefore has big muscles. He can also throw his dagger with uncanny aim.
Weaknesses - He cannot run as fast as his sister, due to being more densely built, however, he can run at extremely high speeds. He also has a horrible temper that can flare up at any moment.

Appearance - Timothy is a rather tall boy, being about 5'11", with muscular arms and legs. He has shaggy, dark brown hair that, in the front, usually hovers just above his eyes, and, in the back, reaches just above his shoulders. He has dark blue, caring eyes that are the shade of the sea after a storm, and seem to be very wise, wiser than you would believe him to be if you spent much time around him. He has fair skin, and his voice is extremely deep for whatever reason.

Personality - Timothy is a funny boy who will do anything to cheer someone up, and he loves to goof around. However, when he gets serious, he stays serious for some time, and concentrates only on the task that has befallen him. He is always the one that will either say something that is already obvious or crack a joke at the wrong time, but when he actually does do something right, he doesn't feel prideful. Like his sister, he has a deep, abiding love for God, and it never fails him. He loves to evangelize, and he's even tried to reason with the zombies before, though with very little success. At different times, his antics could be considered funny, useful, or even practical though the latter two are very rare, and most of the time, he is quite annoying, but his sister manages to put up with him.

History - Timothy was born to Peter and Hannah Lark, and raised in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Though his parents say that Koren was adopted, she fits in so well with the family, that half of the time, Timothy can't bring himself to believe it. When he was thirteen, his parents were killed by zombies, so he has had to spend his time protecting his sister, though she believes that he's the one in need of protection.

[princess pudding]

{Quitting, sorry.}

[Awnry~Kitten]

{yeah, i can't keep up to save my charrie's life so... i'm sorry but i have to quit too.... :'c}

[Hekomi]

[[ D: Sorry to see you two leave. I didn't think the thread was moving too fast, sorry. ;-; want me to delete your stuff?

xXLizzzieXx you're good to go I'll add you ASAP. ]]