They Walk Among Us | Zombie Apocalypse RP | Open

[Gin.]

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Micheal "Jay" Lavern
{ Male - 17 years - Location; Camp - Feeling; Hungry - Tags; Theo, Misty, Abby, Jezz, Blake. }

» Jay was still petting Misty as he watched Buck, take the pup and the little girl. He let out a humorless laugh and then ruffled Misty's fur. He got up and turned to face the two, "I don't know about you two but I'm hungry. How about we go search for something to eat, I don't think that Jake guy can deny us that, after all Abby and I gave what little we had." He said, hoping Abby would come along that way he was sure he would get his way. He frowned as she rejected and insisted to play with the puppies, he grunted and rolled his eyes before waiting for Theo to reply.

Abigail Lavern
{ Female - 17 years - Location; Camp - Feeling; Happy - Tags; Jay, Misty, Nelia, Neko, Theo. }

» Abby let out a sigh of disappointment as Buck took Neko from her along with Nelia, but she was son distracted by the cute little Blake. She playfully poked her finger at him, wanting to play with the little pup for a while. She looked up at her bother and agreed on the hungry part but didn't fancy the idea of leaving Blake. "Good idea! How about you and Theo go? I don't want to leave the adorable puppy! Take Misty with you I'm sure she'll help sniff out some food, Oh and bring me something!" She grinned to her brother then went back to the puppy.

Quinn Rowland
{ Male - 20 years - Location: Home - Feeling: Humors - Tags: Jess. }

» Quinn smiled then threw himself down on a nearby old couch, "Close the door behind you please, don't want unexpected hungry visitors do we?" He joked, then began to rummaged threw a small pack he carried. He hadn't managed to find much except for a bit of food. "I'm Quinn by the way. Now my lovely lady, what's your name?

[rowlet]

Lancelot Beck

Lancelot said a string of curse words. He used the revolver as a blunt weapon and smacked the walker upside the head, effectively knocking it over and away from her. He kept bashing it's head in, until it stopped moving, narrowly avoiding a bite to the side. He moves away, breathing heavily. He turns to Farrah and narrows his eyes. "All you had to say was you weren't ready." he says impatiently, but was rather amused. The girl wasn't as tough as he had originally thought."I'm not wasting my bullets when you are so close. Now, are you hurt?" he asks getting serious. He may not have a medical degree, but he had been about to finish medical college. He had a first aid kit on him always.

[vogue]

"i'm fine." she grumbled, standing up and brushing off her shirt. she snatched her gun off the ground and walked inside, raising it and looking around. "it was a straggler." she told him, setting her gun back in her holster. "there's nothing else on this floor, the noises would've drawn them out." she said. "you look for food, i'll go see if there's anything upstairs." she said, walking up the flight of stairs.

[rowlet]

Lancelot Beck

Lancelot followed her instructions and went to the kitchen, after closing the door. He opened the fridge, finding only expired food. He began looking through the cabinets, it was mostly empty. He did find some canned food, and an unopened flamin hot cheeto bag hidden behind some pots. They probably weren't very good, but he didn't care, they weren't open. He grabs the bag and gathers the canned food. He looks around the silverware for a can opener.

[vogue]

farrah looked around upstairs, no other walkers except for the one that attacked her. clear. she sighed and went to the bathroom, taking off her backpack and shoving a box of unopened soap in there. that would come in handy eventually. she went into the master bedroom, looking under the bed. something unexpected was there: a rifle! and a box of ammo! "sweet!" farrah said, grabbing the gun. there was a little note attached to it, but the printing was so messy and small she could only make out the word 'proud'. farrah shrugged, running down the stairs, walking into the kitchen. "look what i found!" she said, placing the large gun on the kitchen table, along with the bullets and the note. "it was under a bed."

[rowlet]

Lancelot Beck

Lancelot turns around."That's great. I found some canned food and Cheetos. Quite the gourmet meal, don't you think?" he says sarcastically. He wasn't too sure about the gun, he couldn't remember but didn't rifles make a lot of noise? He shook it off, and grabbed the can opener he had found. "Want to eat? You get the lovely choice between canned peaches, canned pears, canned pineapples, or canned corn... With a side of spicy Cheetos." he questions.

[vogue]

farrah laughed a little bit...the first time she had laughed in ages. "hmm...pineapple." she said, smiling a little bit as she walked over to the door. "we're going to have to secure this some way..." she muttered, examining it.

[ wb sorry ]

[rowlet]

Lancelot Beck

Lancelot listens to her speak as he began opening the cans. He had chosen peaches for himself. He finished rather quickly, learning how to use the object fast. He walks over to her, with a nod."Yeah. We can move some of the furniture in the living room."he suggested, tilting his head a little in thought. He looks into the living room.

[SecretConferrer]

Spencer == Mood: Calming Down == Location: Inside a House == With: Grief

It seemed to Spencer as if he were laying there on the floor for a very long time, gasping to get enough breath and to calm down. Grief had tried talking to him at first but had given up very quickly. She now buzzed around the house throwing open doors and cabinets and searching for whatever she could. All this mattered little to Spencer whoever, who was instead intrigued by the ceiling. It wasn't particularly interesting but it did have an peculiar texture to it, like dirt after it rained with lots of ridges and bumps. The groan of the zombies faded from his perception until he couldn't even hear them.
At first he didn't hear the knock at the door despite laying right next to it. It wasn't until Grief came down the stairs, knife drawn. A quick glance around told Spencer that she'd moved the bodies and a growing pile near one of the walls he was able to figure out were supplies. She'd even managed to find some old chocolate! Score! Did chocolate expire?

Grief == Mood: Suspicious == Location: Inside a House == With: Spencer and Nikell

Grief grabbed Spencer's hand, forcing him to stand and then pushing him behind her. He drew his gun, but seemed very uninterested in actually shooting it at all. It had taken Grief only a second to realize it was a real person, not one of the crazies, when she heard the knock. Their tell-tale groan and banging had long since faded away. Whether they were killed or merely dispersed she didn't know. A quick glance through the peephole revealed the would be "guest" was indeed merely a human girl... And her horse. Well now that was lucky. There were times Grief would have done anything for a horse.
She moved the table blocking the door and opened it slightly, brandishing her knife before her but not yet directly threatening this stranger. "What do you want and are you bit?" It was always best not to trust people. A surprising number of humans, when faced with their own demise, will attempt to take other out with them. The plague seemed to be furthering that in many a person. Grief had gotten far too close with a number of strangers already.

[P0LAR]

Name: Leisel Arvenshire
Nickname: Liesel (Does not prefer other names)
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Group or Loner: Loner

Likes:

- Living Beings
- Self-Controlled people
- Mannerisms
- People She can trust
Dislikes:

- Walkers
- Mental Illness
- Being in groups
Fears:

- Her Mother Not Accepting Her Again. (She made a grave mistake which led her mother to go crazy and hate her.)
- Walkers Trying to Get Her.
- Arachnophobia
- Fear of Not Waking Up. (She thinks that as an unpleasant type of death.)

Personality: She lives in a strict rule of Self-Control and Mannerisms. She occasionally lightens up if there is a Positive News or Feast, but then comes back in her Passive and in control mode. She tends to hide of her feelings for other people that she meet doesn't underestimate her. She is an Introvert, usually travelling at Night so She is seen less.

Family:

Mother: Probbably Alive; Mentally Illed
Father: Deceased; Eaten By Walkers
History:

Before:

Liesel is a Daughter of a rich family that came from London 5 Years ago. They moved in to America for Her Father's Business, A Governor. Her father monitored th steady growth of the American People in their economy. She is often treated strictly by her mother, Always saying that she should always have a good first impression to other people. This made her be in favor of Her Dad, Who treats her with utmost care and love.

After:

After the Infection began, Her family fleed away from their temporary home in America. Money doesn't matter to them anymore, only survival. But they did not get to leave America, due to lack of communications. Planes where grounded, Ships did not sail, So they were stuck in a prison like state. Willing to find hope for their survival, they found a group of survivors. They did not know what their intentions are but for them to survive, they lived with them. But something was wrong. The knew her father, killed him to get his remaining wealth. She was horrified. She led her father to his death. Knowing that her mother knows this, her mother went ill, mentally. She hated her daughter, this fueled her hatred more. She made Liesel leave. Liesel know lives on her own. She travels usually on night, fearing she might have contact with people who might kill her. She sometimes go out in daylight to get supplies.


Clothing Style:

She usually wears tattered jeans and a plain T-Shirt. She used to wear dresses, but knew shhe would not survive with them.
Weapon:

She chooses to use the enviroment or what she finds on the ground, like stones.

Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single, a little ready to find one.