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[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

(Welcome back )

Mike Long-Against the World

Looking down at his folded hands on his lap, he adjusted his position against the wall. He thought back for a moment of the days events leading to this moment and how Nadia could have gotten, not just himself, but herself killed. "Sometimes ya gotta go the distance to help a stranger no matter what obstacles lay ahead." Taking off his hat he set it upside down nest to him and rubbed a dirty hand through his hair. It had been a few weeks since he had taken a good long shower. Most times it was just pouring a cup of water on his head to help with the stench of himself. Looking at his cloths he finally looked to Nadia. They were both covered in dry blood. "I'll see if Akira has any cloths laying around." With a smile he stood leaving his hat and walked into the other room. Akira was hard at work trying to get the stew heated up. In the corner was a small pile of cloths. Not the best selection but it was better than dried blood making the cloths stiff. Digging through the pile he found a decent shirt for himself and a better one for Nadia. He missed doing the laundry especially after rodeos. Caked on mud would not come out for weeks and the smell was just as bad. Silently laughing to himself he slowly walked back into the other room and handed Nadia the clean shirt. "It may not be the right size but its better than dried blood," It was getting easier and easier to talk to her even though he knew nothing about her.

[☠>military brat.]

May i reserve a together forum?

Yes you may.

[☠>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: Mack|health: 68%|mental state: "ok"|action: trying to be social|mood: embarrassed, feeling guilty and confused.]

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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 listened and watched him as he spoke with a rather blank expression, cocking her head slightly as she thought about what his words meant. She had always been a bit of a loner, so the thought of putting your life on the line for a stranger was strange to say the least. Not that he didn't think he was very noble for doing such a thing, and she was very grateful to him. But, she still thought he was strange...or different. In a good way. "Right..." She answered with a dazed expression, looking up at him after a brief pause with an innocent and sweet smile. When he suggested clean clothes Nadia's eyes got enormous as she glanced down at herself and back up just as fat. She was filthy! Not that she wasn't used to it by now, but for some reason this made her feel very embarrassed to be seen like this. "Thank you." She replied almost instantly, it was obvious that she was embarrassed for doing so as soon as she opened her mouth because her face turned red in an instant. She looked down at the shirt and shrugged, it fit her better than most clothing items she found nowadays.

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Oh yay! I thought you'd given up on this RP!

[☠>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 all things considered|action: talking @Grace|mood: neutral/happy]

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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 smirked at her and shrugged the complement off with a rather smug expression, as if he was saying "awww shucks" like some kind of old cartoon character. Even the thought of "dragon nails" on his own fingernails gave him the shivers for a moment. Regardless of what they're for or what they look like, although pink flowers and rhinestones didn't make the picture he had in his head any more appealing. "Yup....sounds good to me!" Dallas replied with his hands folded on the table and a scrunched nose as of he was picturing what a hairball would look like, though he had never even seen one he had a pretty good idea of what it would look like. He wasn't ever really a big cat fan, mainly because each and every one of em' had a stuck up attitude and thought they were entitled to whatever they wanted....too much like humans. He thought to himself with a bit of a smirk, it was kinda true if you really thought about it. Then again, he didn't really like most "humans" either....so maybe that's how he put two and two together. To her reply about what he said along the lines of no longer being a creeper Dallas smirked, chuckling a bit under his breath. He realized that he should be more careful with his words, some people might take him seriously. (Of course he didn't really care...) "Yes, I do insist. Perhaps I'll use the time to do a little stargazing on my way back." He added the last part with a bit of a smug expression, making it perfectly obvious how sarcastic he was being. He would be fine on his own....but he didn't want her going by herself because that's a completely different story. Not that he didn't think she couldn't protect herself, I fact she had proven to him how capable she was, but he was aware that being a girl she might be a target for more people and undead. He wasn't about to just shoo her away and go take a nice bubble bath under these circumstances. "Ready when you are." He replied jokingly, biting his lip afterwards becuSe of how much it reminded him of someone. He quickly shook the thought away and stood up with his head high and his shoulders back, it was rather funny how good his posture was naturally. He had to make a conscious decision to slouch.

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Grace Walker - Against the World

Grace snorted to the side at the comment about stargazing. "Are you gonna get up to watch the sunrise, too?" She teased, glancing back at him with a smirk. Her reply was just as sarcastic, though she really had no idea if anyone actually did that anymore. Maybe someone did, and took the time to be grateful for another one they get to see. Grace, on the other hand, really couldn't care less about a sunrise. Or a sunset. Or whatever else there was. Sure, they could be kind of pretty at times, but it was just another reminder that death was constantly looming, and that you either fought against it, or died. Another day was just another round of trying to outlive the dead. And wasn't that just the oxymoron?
"Alright then, let's go, I guess," she shrugged before opening up the window she stood besides, slipping outside and immediately taking a peek around. From the looks of it, everything was clear, at least from what she could see of the general area. And it was quiet, for the most part, except for the natural sounds that didn't stir up any concern from her. Either way, she still had her knife in hand after pulling it from her pocket, its weight being comforting in a way. Glancing to the window once, she made her way down the stairs, doing her best to not make a bunch of noise. Fortunately, the stairs weren't those kind that rattled in a painfully loud way with every step you took. They were just moderately rattly.
When she eventually got on the ground, she made sure to check the area once more, and listen for any noises that were out of place. For now, there were none, and the area seemed fairly vacant, from what she could tell. It was both comforting and not. If there was a zombie around, then they would kill it, and if it was just a straggler, then that would mean there weren't any others in the area. But when there were none, it was that eerie, creepy feeling that made you hesitate before peeking around a corner.

[☠>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 all things considered|action: walking Grace home|mood: uneasy]

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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 simply smirked at her whilst she snorted and replied in a teasing way. "Maybe...but personally I prefer stars...and sleep." He paused after every other word, greatly emphasizing the word sleep. He realized that sleeping in till noon every now and then (or all the time) may not be very attractive sounding....but he didn't care about it till he opened his mouth and said it, but that was like every other thing he's said so far. He went from not caring at all and feeling perfectly comfortable with her to instantly regretting it because he would think he sounded like an idiot. When she suggested they leave Dallas was momentarily caught off guard because he was so deep in thought, by the time he registered what she said she had already made it out the window. He quickly followed behind down the fire escape as quickly and quietly as possible. He didn't want to bring a whole horde of those creatures to her doorstep...especially since she wasn't aiming to get her family eaten or killed. When he made it to the bottom she had just begun scoping the area, this made him feel a bit more relaxed now that she wasn't down here alone. He almost started to lead the way when he realized he didn't know where to go, he then gestured forward with a smile as if to say "ladies first."

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[KAZ2Y5WinchesterBaby]

Mike Long-Against the World

Smiling, Mike turned to give her a second to change. He did the same himself. Setting his hat down on a nearby chair he began to peal the dried shirt from his body. Once removed he slipped on the new clean one. The silence in the room was eyrie as he tried to ignore the thoughts of the walkers just outside. Picking his hat back up he turned to face Nadia again. The color in her face was beginning to come back for just a while ago it almost seemed to white. Peeking around the corner Akira continued to stir the pot of stew, or in this case whatever she had laying around. She happened to turn and gave Mike a big smile. "Food is just about ready you two. Hope its to your tasting cause I did not have to much to put into it." Mike smiled back and rejoined Nadia on the bed. He made sure to keep his distance and stayed on the edge in case she reached for a knife.

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Gwenivere "Gwen" Write WIP

My name is Gwenivere Write. I am 24 years of age, and I live in the apocalypse. I have heard that people are off on their own during this time of madness. I am trying to help restore the world. In this time, I try to see myself as a beckon of ho.... haha sorry. I can't do this with a straight face. I am Gwen and yup, I am 24. I don't know when my birthday is anymore. I don't care either. I have more important matters to attend to. I am part of the group that kills zombies, wiping them out, town after town, our group slowly grows, but I'm waiting for the right time to break off on my own. I want the world to become somewhat normal again, just like everyone else, but seriously...
I am a formidable zed killer. I would be dead by now if I wasn't. I have a strong survival instinct. My child hood was pretty average. I was always extremely intelligent, which out casted me from everyone but a few good few friends and my family. I came from a family of 4 kids. My siblings, Josie, Mark, and Kelly were all a lot younger than me. I was in Indiana, at college, when the disease broke out. There has been no trace of them since. I was on my last year of my medical degree. I am lucky, I made it out of the hospitals without getting bitten, though i have a large claw scar on my back from when the government told us to abandon the hospital. It was hard to abandon my patients, but i saved who i could. I managed to take a little baby named, Zoey, with me. She was in with her parents. They had the disease and had been quarantined. I had been able to grab her out of the nursery, most of the babies were taken from the hospital. I don't know what happened to any of them but Zoey. I kept Zoey with me for a few months, but living was hard. Her cries attracted the Zeds and one night I thought in the dead center of the Together group, someone changed. It wasn't pretty, they got a few people, and... Zoey. I blame myself She was only a foot from me. I shuld have been able to stop it. This is was drives me to destroy every Zed that exists.
I have my bow( the one in the picture above), my combat knife, a Ruger SR45, and I carry a belt of tools, like sharpen screwdrivers, an awl, and such. I have a hikers pack with enough supplies to make two weeks on my own, plus a water purifying bottle. I usually have a hunting camouflage jacket over a t-shirt, hooded sweatshirt, and a pair of jeans, along with a pair of combat boots. I am waiting to find a museum or pawn shop to steal some swords out of.

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Grace Walker - Against the World

"Sleep is nice, I'll give you that," she agreed with a little nod before heading off in the direction they needed to go. The knife remained in her hand, with the blade snapped out and ready, just in case. While she would never admit it, she hated walking around in the night, even before things went to crap. Honestly, when she was a little girl, she believes in ghosts, and had herself fully convinced that she'd see one in the nighttime. And while she never actually did she one, she was always on the lookout. Ghosts were creepy. Just the thought of your dead relative following you around or whatnot did make her spine a little stiff. So, yes, Grace did not like the idea of finding a ghost at night. The fear may have been a little irrational, yes, but if zombies could happen, then surely there was so much more that they hadn't even imagined yet that was just waiting for its turn. She didn't like that thought, either.
"I'd say that we're a little less than a mile away, actually," she murmured, glancing to the side at a sign when she could see one. "That's nice. Just like sleep," she snickered under her breath for no real reason, and when she realized that she had no reason, she shook her head and shut up. And she stayed quiet for a moment, not quite sure what to say, but then a goofy look of mischief crossed onto her face. "Hey, hey Dallas. Dallas. Hey, Dallas. Daaaaaallllllaaaass," she paused for a moment in her gibberish before grinning. "Why doesn't anybody like peppers?" She asked in a low whisper, raising an eyebrow in question. She waited a few moments before giving a reply, not even waiting to hear his guess. "Because they're jalapeno your business!" She snorted to herself, trying her best to stay quiet, but, honestly, found that joke to be hilarious, despite how cheesy it was. She loved it, nonetheless.

[☠>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: Mack|health: 68%|mental state: "ok"|action: trying to be social|mood: embarrassed/feeling happy(ish)]

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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 looked at Mack with a slight smile, when he started to change his shirt she quickly turned around and did the same. The only sound was the quiet sound that the dirty shirt made when it touched the ground. After changing she quickly turned around and made eye contact with Mack for about a split second before he looked into the kitchen, she didn't even have time to look away. Though her head was throbbing, she could feel the pain fading slowly but surely. When she heard Akira's voice and the word food her eyes lit up, she hadn't had barely anything to eat the past couple days. She was lucky to get a single tiny meal a day, but that sort of thing didn't happen very often. I'd be willing to eat just about anything at this point... Her thoughts were quickly interrupted when Mack sat down across from her, her first reaction would have been to grab the knife...but she tried her best to ignore that impulse. "Hi." She commented nervously with a brief smile, sensing how awkward the situation was....or she was making it.

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