☣ NOXIOUS ☣ zombie apocalypse ☣ ACCEPTING ☣

[deja vu]

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↳✺n o v a
t h e x f e a r l e s s

female
survivor
twenty
tag(s):/ even
location:/ the streets.

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A light chuckle escaped her lips as she listened to Evan admit that his Belfast was better. "I guess home is always the best, huh?" she said not really wanting a response to the statement. Stepping out of the car she lifted the axe out and dragged it on the ground behind her, the blade sparking against the ground while the sound was cancelled out by the alarm. Twisting the key between her fingers she mumbled an "excuse me" before unlocking the glass. Swinging the glass door open she gesturfed grandly at the mess of furniture, cans and other minor objects. "Welcome home," she said to him while she closed and locked the door behind him. Placing her large axe on the shelve besides the door she picked up the heavy chain she had took off of the door before leaving. Twisting it around the knob she locked it and placed the lock in her pocket. Just in case.

Turning back to Evan she looked to his face for a respond. "Sorry about the mess, I was never really a neat person," 'unlike my brother.' she added inside her head. Stalking forward she headed towards a couch hidden beneath a white sheet. Pulling it off like a magician she revealed a while silk couch, spotless. She had just dragged it to the grocery store last week and had yet to switch from sleeping onto the black leather one to the white one.

[Akryel]

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║♏ | Glacev | ♂ ............║

║18 years | Survivor ........║

║Lover: N/A; Crush: N/A ...║

║Tags; Jayce, Levi ..........║

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..........Glacev relaxed a little bit more when Jayce smiled and welcomed him into the car. He was glad that they seemed to be friendly, but was still a little wary of them. He got into the car, closing the door after him. He felt awkward being in a car with strangers, and didn't really want to damage the car for some reason even though he seriously doubted that they owned it. His eyes flickered to the keyhole, which he found was empty, confirmed his suspicions that it was hot-wired. He hadn't been able to get a car since he didn't know how to do that; he hoped that they would teach him. Glacev looked at Jayce when he asked the question. "Oh, my name's Glacev," he said, not thinking first if he should use his real name or not. I mean, he figured that identity didn't really matter anymore when the dead were walking the surface of the planet and civilization has collapsed. He's heard of some people not wanting to kill someone until after they know their name, but he's pretty sure that would be a one in a million chance, and even greater since now since there are so little people left in the world. He waited to see if the strangers would offer up their names as well and show some trust. He still wasn't entirely comfortable with them yet. You can never be too cautious these days.

[peter parker.]

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E V A N
┊male┊☁┊26 years┊survivor┊

☁ Evan stood in silence, allowing Nova to open the door and welcome him inside. He was pleased with the scene before him, plentiful supplies. He grinned at the sight than looked to Nova who responded about the mess, "It's the apocalypse, you're leading a much more organized lifestyle than most." He remarked playfully, watching her move to the couch which she unveiled proudly.

"Wow," He spoke with an impressed tone, "You are Ms. Clean." He teased, approaching the couch. He ran his hands along the spotless fabric and letting his gaze fall over the store, scanning the place before becoming too comfortable in the environment.
"I really appreciate this." Evan gave her a genuine smile which he'd perfected in his lifetime.

┊location » city streets┊tagged » nova┊

[peter parker.]

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J A Y C E
┊male┊♣┊15 years┊survivor┊

♣ Jayce eyed Glacev carefully as he got into the car, closing the door behind him. Jayce extended a hand to the back seat in a friendly handshake, "Tom." Jayce used his common alias, a warm smile tacked onto the end of the short introduction. He now wondered whether or not to bring him back to his apartment. This he could risk. He did have a car now, traveling to find another safe place if this one was compromised would be an easy feat.

He pushed himself comfortably back into the driver's seat and pushed the car forward, navigating through the streets back towards the apartment he found. He couldn't wait to show Levi. Levi always seemed to treat him young than he was but that's probably just because he was concerned. He wanted to prove to the boy just how capable he was.

┊location » city streets┊tagged » levi; glacev┊

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STATUS / GASH IN SIDE
TAGGED / TROY
LOCATION / CRUCIAL'S WAREHOUSE

► Gillian suddenly gasped as he felt the air be forced out of him, like he'd been thrown into a wall. He winced hard and his face twisted into a snarl as he groaned aloud, dropping the cigarette and trying to move as quickly as he could away from the girl, trying to catch his breath and hyperventilating. The knife had just managed to rip through his leather jacket, catching him in the side and making his midriff jerk forward with the motion.

xxxHe tried to turn to the girl, adrenaline taking over again and the pain starting to numb, though the blood started to become visible as it seeped out onto his shirt and down his pale skin. He tried to grab her, tried to punch her in the face and grab her throat, but everything felt as if it was moving slower than it should have been. Gillian madly swung for the girl's face, ignoring the knife as he tried to breathe heavily, his mouth ajar ever so slightly with panic and anger as he still tried to recover from the sudden rush of being struck by the knife.

xxxHe felt he caught her, but couldn't be sure. He clambered off the bed, trying to walk towards the staircase calmly and collectedly as he stumbled out from her quarters. It might not have been totally obvious straight away that he was injured unless you took into account his confused movements. He tried to hop down the stairs, his usually quick stride being slower and less coordinated as he dizzily made his way to the ground floor. Gillian rushed to a supposed showerroom, carefully taking his shirt and jacket off clumsily and trying to wash the gash, fingering around the wound to check the size of it.

xxx"Bandages." he panted, stammering as he spoke to himself. He put the jacket on, laying the shirt down and moving out again to find some bandaging, eventually finding a roll of sterile bandage. He helped himself to one of the ointments they had which acted as an antibiotic, lathering the wound in it and bandaging himself up. He didn't speak to anyone, just focused on his new gash. He slowly made his way back to pick up his shirt, then wandered up to his own quarters again slowly, rubbing at his stubble and lower lip, trying to distract his mind from the searing pain.

xxxThe man desperately wanted to find Troy and beat the life out of her, literally, but knew he couldn't in this miserable, confused state. He sighed with frustration and sat back on his own bed, letting the jacket hang limp and open around the sides of his torso as he tried to give the wound - despite being bandaged - as much air as he could, wincing whenever he adjusted his position.

[raey]

Hey guys,
you may not have images (including font images) or links to images (or forms) in your roleplay posts.
Please discontinue your use of these in your posts immediately and review the rules.
If you have any questions about the rules do not hesitate to send in a help ticket or reply to me!

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[peter parker.]

{ Oh wow, I never knew the rule about not being able to link forms.
Thanks so much for the reminder, Raey c:

[peter parker.]

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T R O Y
┊female┊19 years┊CRUCIAL┊

♠ Troy struggled to push herself back quickly as Gillian thrashed towards her wildly. She felt his hands tangle in her hair, jerking her head and she let out a cry as she was pulled violently, recovering and doing her best to push herself away from him. Blood spilled onto her sheets and she could feel the hot spatter of the liquid against her feet as she curled away from with though had limited mobility with her leg.

Gillian was gone in an instant, the room filling with silence as he'd dashed from her loft. She remained where she was, curled up in the corner of her bed with warm tears welling up in her eyes despite the small smile that made it's way across her face. She knew she'd pay for it. She knew he'd be after her but she was too pleased with her clever approach to care.

Fear struck the girl deeply, terror latching it's claws into her but she pushed the feeling away, almost numb. She looked down her body. Her collar bone was imprinted with the forced marks of the man, her face bruised from where she'd been struck by him and her leg broken from where she'd been shot. The stab at him was well deserved, needing to let Gillian know that she wasn't a weak puppet.

┊location » crucial warehouse┊tagged » gillian┊

[deja vu]

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↳♛k i n g s l y
t h e x h e a r t f e l t

male
CRUCIAL
twenty
tag(s):/ Troy
location:/ CRUCIAL warehouse.

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Kingsly was having an extremely late start today, nightmares kept him up all through the night with cold sweats and shuddering breathes. When he did manage to close his eyes he woke up extremely late, the sun already well put in the sky. But what woke him startled him the most, of course it was another dream but it was one where his own strikingly green eyes looked back at him in pain. This one caused him to jolt awake and fall out of bed with only one thing repeating on his mind like a broken record. "Nova." was his waken words as memories of his younger twin haunted him. Once he felt like he had himself under control he cleaned himself up and got dressed into loose clothing fit for zombie hunting. A black wind breaker, comfy jeans and of course combat boots- "What was "in" this season." he could image his living reflection saying.

To make his day even brighter he was now witnessing some kind of drama unfold before him, his green eyes now glaring coldly into the door way he peeked into silently. If he wasn't so busy and distracted with listening to Gillian and Troy's voice his whole attitude would've reminded him of his lost. But not right now when something so...odd...was taking place before him. Recomposing himself he turned and leaned against the wall besides the door where he wouldn't be seen. Hearing his team mate, Troy's voice go weak in defeat he couldn't help but share it. While he was spacing out a brawl took place and soon Gillian was rushing out with blood, obviously he was injured but it was a well deserved injury. While the man passed him without noticing Kingsly slipped into the room and hurried to Troy's side. "What happened?" he asked keeping composure as he knelt down besides her bed. His eyes went up to her neck where there were bruises already forming and although he felt anger he kept a calm face in front of the girl. "Troy?" he asked her again.

[peter parker.]

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T R O Y
┊female┊19 years┊CRUCIAL┊

♠ Troy was surprised as Kingsly entered the room, a thankful wave washing over her body as she moved anxiously, reaching out to him and placing a bloodied hand on his jacket. She gripped his sleeve so to stop the shaking of her hands, meeting the eyes of the boy. She had to admit the presence of someone other than Gillian was calming, starting to feel alone in this fight. Her breath came in softer and she kept her gaze on him, appreciative of his protective tone.

"Stay away from him." Was all Troy uttered to him about it. She knew full well any word that slipped from her mouth could be caught by Gillian at some point or another and she'd be punished for anything she said. Her ache of her bruises intensified as she acknowledged them, pushing herself back onto her bed and resting her head against the headboard, never taking her hand away from Kingsly's sleeve, not wanting to boy to leave her.

┊location » crucial warehouse┊tagged » kingsly┊