Are We Dead Yet?

[pumpkin.]

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Are we dead yet? No, I'm sorry, dearie, but we aren't quite there at this precise moment. I genuinely didn't pray for this to happen, my dear, for this is not even a creation Satin could have performed. Only one with a heart of pure ice could've wished this on humanity, not one of fire and rage. You see, we had this "concoction" securely stored in a secret government location- or so we thought- before it was ominously released to the world. You see, this- this disease, as it's called, has morphed our beloved into something we like to call "walkers". Man-eating, horrid creatures, I say. They would be called cannibals- if they were still human. I believe all sections of the brain shut-down over intervals of time, except for the cells that drive hunger. But nothing satisfies them, so how will we survive, with them feeding off of every thing possible? It's actually quite easy, you see; we band together. The prison group live in- of course- a prison that was originally infested with walkers, but they managed to clear it out with only few deaths. The war with a surviving town, Woodbury, was ended just a few months ago, but the hardships have not stopped. This group will need your help. Whether you're a loner, a rouge, a previous member of Woodbury, or already a member of the group, they'll need you just as much as you'll need them. Now, be a dear and go talk to Rick for me? He may happen to be grateful for another group member. Careful, though; his dear Lori is still there lingering in the back of his mind. He may yell, but don't let that get to you. I suppose I'll see you soon; Daryl must be organizing the look-outs at this point, maybe we'll be on the same patrol. Later to you, dearie; I hope you find what you're looking for! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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Rick Grimes ;; Page -- ;; Male ;; Leader ;; Open
Lucas Edward Ryans ;; Page One ;; Male ;; Co-Leader ;; LifeIsNoWonderland

Daryl Dixon ;; Page One ;; Male ;; Scavenger ;; LifeIsNoWonderland
Maggie Greene ;; Page -- ;; Female ;; Scavenger ;; Open

Hershel Greene ;; Page -- ;; Male ;; Herbalist ;; Open
Light Maria LaDolce ;; Page One ;; Female ;; Herbalist ;; LifeIsNoWonderland

Beth Greene ;; Page -- ;; Female ;; Caretaker ;; Open
Carol Peletier ;; Page -- ;; Female ;; Caretaker ;; Open

Carl Grimes ;; Page One ;; Male ;; Guard ;; ♥♥Chandler Riggs♥♥
Glenn Rhee ;; Page -- ;; Male ;; Guard ;; Open

Michonne ;; Page -- ;; Female ;; Look-Out ;; Open
Caesar Martinez ;; Page -- ;; Male ;; Untrusted Look-Out ;; Open _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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No God-Modding or Power-Playing, it's unfair to others. You can't instantly kill a walker or another.
No Mary-Sues; otherwise, no perfect characters. They need flaws, fears, and weaknesses.
Make your own form, and please try to make it pretty.
I'm expecting proper grammar and complete sentences.
This is Semi-Lit, please try to do at least three proper sentences.
Crushes and Dating is allowed, but it's not the main subject of this role-play.
Respect me and the MODs.
Tess' rules apply.
If it really gets that far, fade-to-black.
Only one character from the show per person.
WB is accepted, but don't always use it as an excuse.
Your own Charries are allowed, they don't have to be from the show.
The Show Characters don't have to be the exact way they were on the show, age-wise.
I'd prefer you know what The Walking Dead is if you join this role-play.
No Anime.
No Fontmeme in regular posts, that counts as spam.
No spam.

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Scavengers ;;
Scavengers are the ones that organize most of the daily patrols. They are trusted to go on runs for food and medical supplies, scouting along the area along the way. Their job is perilous, for they are always scavenging in infested areas, yet they always go in groups. This position is vital to the prison group, for they are like a river breaking off into many different streams. The scavengers supply medicine for the herbalists, baby-food and cloth for the caretakers, and weapons for the guards and look-out.

Herbalists ;;
This position is also extremely vital to the prison group. The herbalists are the medics of the group. Led by the lead herbalist Hershel, this group relies on herbs and medicines for healing. These medics mainly stay inside of the prison, for they aren't as skilled with weaponry as the others, though they still have slight training just in case. The herbalists can operate- most of them can- yet some are still in training, if anyone is ever bitten by a walker. They also help the caretakers prepare the food.

Caretakers ;;
This group doesn't ever wander out of the prison- ever- unless it's at a rare occasion. The caretakers care for the children- Judith included- and the pregnant women of the prison. Much like typical housewives, when this group isn't caring for the children and other women, they are trying to keep the prison at bay, preparing food, doing laundry, or helping the scavengers prepare.

Guards ;;
The name says it all. The guards are trusted to protect the prison with their life, and work alongside the look-outs. They always have a regular stock of weapons for when patrolling the inside- and outside- of the prison. If a hoard of walkers, intruders, or a gap in the prison is spotted, they are to retreat and tell either Rick, Lucas, or any other that can be found. The guards go out of the prison often, but never stray too far.

Look-Outs ;;
The jobs of the look-outs are to work alongside the guards. They're much like a lower rank inside of the prison, but when outside, they have more advanced technique. This group has stealth, and are often previous members of Woodbury that turned against The Governor. Since they would know most about The Governor's mind and Woodbury, they would scout the area for any signs of intruders.
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[pumpkin.]

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Honestly it's harder breathing next to you, I shake.
I brought a gun and as the preacher tried to stop me.
Hold my heart it's beating for you anyway.
....
So, what if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to?
Just give her back to me.
You know I can't afford the medicine
That feeds what I need...

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"Yeah, yeah, yeah; blah, blah, blah- hey. Can we just get on with this conversation already? If not, who cares; I'm going on without you. The name is Lucas- Lucas Edward Ryans. I don't want comments on it, I already realize how idiotic it is, there's no need to point out the flaws. Now, even though you shouldn't care, I'm going on- yay. I hope you know I'm being forced to do this. Anyway, my first name, Lucas, comes from German origination and means, "Light". Coincidence, right? My first name managed to mean "light", my ex-girlfriend's name. Anyway, off that topic; we'll be talking about her later. My middle name, Edward, means, "Wealthy Guardian". I have no idea what my mom was on when they gave me Edward as that middle name. She might've thought it was "proper" or something of the sort. As for my last name, Ryans, that has no meaning. No last name ever does, because it was never anyone's choice to have in the beginning. It was my father's last name, and once he married my mother, she took his last name. Thus, my last name."

"Dang, man. How long am I going to have to be here for? If you must know, I'm eighteen years of age. No older, no younger. That is, unless you count the months, days, minutes, seconds, and milliseconds since my birth; then yeah, I'm eighteen years old. So, what; all of a sudden you care about my birth? You know what- just, whatever. I was born on December twenty-first, 1994. Great, now maybe you could write that in your diary- woo. Now, I swear to God, this is the last thing I'll be telling you about my birthday: I was born at 3:27 in the morning. Not the afternoon, not the evening- morning. So get that fact through your head
{ WIP for Lucas

[pumpkin.]

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I kissed the scars on her skin
I still think you're beautiful
And I don't ever want to lose my best friend.
I screamed out, "God, you vulture,
Bring her back or take me with her!"
.....
I know that you're in pain,
But if we die at the same time does it still scare you?
.....
She's mine
You stay away from her
It's not her time.
'Cause, baby, I'm the one
Who haunts her dreams at night,
Until she's satisfied.

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{ WIP for Light. }

[pumpkin.]

Reserved

[pumpkin.]

[park.]

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✘ Hello, My name is Carl Grimes. I am a survivor and a rare one at that. It started when I was 9. I made it 5 years. I am now 13. Most kids like me don't live that long. I work hard. Ya know like an adult. i want to do more. Like go with my father to scout or more would be better. But I am stuck to guard. My dad tells me I am needed at the prison and they women need a guard. But he doesn't seem to know what he's doing. if I was him and in charge. Everyone would still be alive.


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✘ I have long brown hair and freckles. I guard often and do nothing else really. I have a pretty baby sister named Judith and had a mother named Lori. I don't have much privileges when it comes to weapons. A normal pistol but I do have a cool silencer. Sometimes I am allowed to go and get supplies and food. The moans and growls of the walkers I don't really mind anymore. I do wish things were back to normal but I guess not. Ill just have to live with it. I am not into any sort of relationships. I don't look for it either. I loved my mother and I lost her... my best friend was Sophia... and she's gone too. Shane he was like an uncle... he had to go.

[pumpkin.]

{ Okay, cool. Bump. }

[pumpkin.]

{ Bump. You're accepted, Chandler. Do you know anyone you could invite? }

[Brittle]

➸❝ Ｈ Ｏ Ｗ ＣＡ Ｎ Ｉ Ｂ Ｅ Ｌ Ｏ Ｖ Ｅ Ｄ
Ｉ Ｆ Ｅ Ｖ Ｅ Ｒ Ｙ Ｏ Ｎ Ｅ Ｓ Ａ Ｆ Ｒ Ａ Ｉ Ｄ Ｏ Ｆ Ｍ Ｅ ? ❞

Uh, hey. My name is Coraline. Pronounced Cora-lyne, it's a strange name I know, but at least it's not Berenice or some other despicable name like that. Oh I'm sorry, I have tenancy to get off track. So yeah Coraline Carter. My parents decided not to give me a middle name, it was between Olive or Tiffany. My parents didn't decide in time for my birth, soooo....yes. If you must know, I'm a female. Have I ever thought of being a guy? Honestly? Nope. I'm perfectly happy the way I am, and if anyone wants to be sexist, go ahead, just not right in front of my face please. A description of my personality? I'll have you know i'm very...smiley? I guess is the right word. Usually chipper and relaxed, I've got a lot of friends who also say i'm 'bubbly' and 'fun'. I don't know about that...I'd also say, I've always got a attitude. Sarcasm is my game, I deal out the cards in the argument. I would be all for debate club if it didn't meet right at the time of lacrosse. Yes, i'm a very sporty girl. I wouldn't say I'm great, amazing, or even good. The only reason I play is because it's enjoyable, do you know what I mean? Ah, forget it. No one knows what the heck i'm talking about...That's another different thing, I'm very very very complicated. One minute i'm in tears, the next you'll see me rocking out to one direction lyrics and laughing very loudly. My friends are very close, very close. Of course there are those people I've seen in the hallway and stuff, maybe ate a few lunches together, but as I said earlier close friends. My friends are the types who give me crap and I deal with it, and vice versa. Many believe I am shy and self-obsessed. Well I hate when people slap labels on you like your just another can of soup. I could be a can of soup cracked open when a child accidentally knocked me down, I could have more water in me then the other can. See what I mean? I'm a pretty persuasive girl, I don't do bad things with my persuasion though. I just...oh, I lost my train of thought, next question? Let's see...age? Okay, well if you must know i'm seventeen. A junior in high school, I go to Mooreyson High, not a very popular high school but it does good. If I had a theme song? What? Well...I guess it would be everything has changed by Taylor swift and Ed Sheeran. It inspired me too write my own songs and start to sing. That's another fact about me, I'm a musician, I pride myself on my music. I have a sister, well, a "foster" sister named Venus Thalia Carter. I've visited her a few times, she's cool I guess. The pink hair throws me off a bit though... We're almost weird opposites. Venus is straight to the point, but I'm laid back, steady, usually honest.

[park.]

Yeah Alice.In.WOnderland. PM her and tell her I am in it.