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by Nexeria » Tue Nov 18, 2014 4:21 pm
by Atanatos » Sat Nov 22, 2014 9:04 am
by Tiltjuice » Sat Nov 22, 2014 3:48 pm
Stormhound wrote:"Bite me, you've probably never heard of it." Gerry spat back, although he was certain that being snarky might not be the best thing to be at the moment. "My last name is Johnson and I come from up north." he answered a bit more helpfully. The last thing he needed was to piss these people off, anymore than he already had. Being a little more cautious, he tried to stay calm. "Why don't you just let me go? All of my stuff is in the car, I've never seen you before a day in my life, there'd be no point in killing me."
by Torrocca » Tue Nov 25, 2014 8:26 pm
by Atanatos » Thu Nov 27, 2014 8:09 pm
by Saragrossa » Sat Nov 29, 2014 11:28 pm
by Cylarn » Sun Nov 30, 2014 9:25 pm
Nexeria wrote:-snip-
by Nexeria » Mon Dec 01, 2014 1:40 am
Cylarn wrote:Nexeria wrote:-snip-
When Kenny brought over the alcohol and poured himself a glass, Scott did the same and laid himself back on the couch, sipping the beverage slowly. Hearing the approaching footsteps of Zoe and Kenny, Scott quickly ashed the joint onto the ground and put it away, just as his eyes fell upon Zoe and followed her all the way over to the fire. Scott had guessed that she was traumatized; he had responded to a similar situation during his time as a police officer, though it was an accidental discharge in the latter case. No one - save for Zoe - knew what happened, and getting the truth was going to be a dangerous task, one that - if done incorrectly - could increase the toll of the psychological damage resulting from the incident and scar Zoe for life. He gave her a slight smile as she entered the room, though he saw that she was avoiding eye contact. After Kenny spoke, Scott rose to his feet, and slowly approached Zoe, sitting down beside of her in front of the fire. He looked down at her, and just as he began to speak, the whole affair became much more complicated.
Thomas and Johnny - practically stumbling across the blood trail at the same time - entered the room, and immediately began hurtling questions about the trail of blood. Kenny seemed to be cracking under the pressure; he was great at killing walkers and aiding the team during dangerous situations, but this complex situation seemed to be a bit much for him. Scott rose to his feet, immediately flashing a stern glare across the room just after Kenny announced that he was going to leave. He wasn't about to let his friend get cast out into certain death, and while the situation seemed to be too much of a bind, it could still be solved.
"Thomas, Kenny, Johnny," he said in a calm, but stern tone of voice. "Sit down, shut up, and listen. Do y'all want to exacerbate this whole shitfest, or do y'all want to hear me out and then get to fixing this mess?"
by Altito Asmoro » Mon Dec 01, 2014 8:20 pm
by Nexeria » Mon Dec 01, 2014 10:13 pm
Altito Asmoro wrote:Francois
The Church
Francois wandering around inside the Church, looking for something to do. Boarding the windows with wooden boards, for stronger protection against the...the undead. The risen bodies. Infecteds. Whatever it's called, then. Boarding the windows and cooking in the kitchen (if it can be called as cooking and if the place can be called as the kitchen). He guessed it can, but with what cooking utensils he can found, frankly it will be more or less just simple cooking. Soup, with bread (if any). His police car, had been given to Stryker, for whatever purpose better.
Perhaps there are weapons in the trunk, but he never looked there.
by United World Order » Tue Dec 02, 2014 4:09 pm
by Saragrossa » Tue Dec 02, 2014 11:11 pm
by Transoxthraxia » Wed Dec 03, 2014 9:03 pm
The Nuclear Fist wrote:Transoxthraxia confirmed for shit taste
by Altito Asmoro » Wed Dec 03, 2014 9:08 pm
Nexeria wrote:Altito Asmoro wrote:Francois
The Church
Francois wandering around inside the Church, looking for something to do. Boarding the windows with wooden boards, for stronger protection against the...the undead. The risen bodies. Infecteds. Whatever it's called, then. Boarding the windows and cooking in the kitchen (if it can be called as cooking and if the place can be called as the kitchen). He guessed it can, but with what cooking utensils he can found, frankly it will be more or less just simple cooking. Soup, with bread (if any). His police car, had been given to Stryker, for whatever purpose better.
Perhaps there are weapons in the trunk, but he never looked there.
Damian Glass
The Church
After awaking from a brief nap, Damian wandered around the church from window to window making sure all the boards were nailed properly in place. He didn't expect the dead to make it past the barricade outside, but it was nice to have an extra layer of defense if needed. Having been a member of Stryker's group for about two months now, Damian understood fully understood the precarious situation the group was in. Ever since that asshole, Shelton, killed Billy back at the airport, the group has been on edge worrying whether or not the peace treaty between the Compound and the Church is a good idea.
Damian began to wonder just how long Stryker planned on staying at the church. It's not like the place is a fortress or for that matter worth defending. A large horde of the restless dead could easily tear this place apart, but then again the church seemed pretty isolated.
Spotting the cook, Francois, standing off on his own, Damian approached the man and asked, "Hey, Francois, you cook up any grub?"
by Stormhound » Wed Dec 03, 2014 11:55 pm
by Monfrox » Thu Dec 04, 2014 12:23 am
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Nexeria » Thu Dec 04, 2014 12:52 am
by Transoxthraxia » Fri Dec 05, 2014 4:52 pm
The Nuclear Fist wrote:Transoxthraxia confirmed for shit taste
by Torrocca » Fri Dec 05, 2014 5:45 pm
by Nexeria » Fri Dec 05, 2014 6:31 pm
Transoxthraxia wrote:Madison, The Church.
As Madison opened the door, she heard a bit of commotion, but as the door swung open and she peered into the main room of the Church, quite a bit of it fell silent. A man, who she didn’t recognized, seemed a bit nervous, but determined. This was Damian Glass, but she didn’t know that yet. He asked her to identify herself as his hand brushed what appeared to be a holstered Glock. Her heart began to race, it felt that, with every palpitation, it seemed that it wanted to escape her chest cavity. “P-Please…” She stuttered, weakly. “Please don’t shoot.” She said. Only a part of her aesthetically weakened state was acting. She was exhausted, scared. “I’m Madison. I-I came here from the north.” She lied. In case any of these guys were related to the gangbangers that she had to rid herself of not too far back. “I’m starving… Please don’t shoot.” She repeated in a shaky, stuttering voice.
by Transoxthraxia » Fri Dec 05, 2014 6:53 pm
Nexeria wrote:Transoxthraxia wrote:Madison, The Church.
As Madison opened the door, she heard a bit of commotion, but as the door swung open and she peered into the main room of the Church, quite a bit of it fell silent. A man, who she didn’t recognized, seemed a bit nervous, but determined. This was Damian Glass, but she didn’t know that yet. He asked her to identify herself as his hand brushed what appeared to be a holstered Glock. Her heart began to race, it felt that, with every palpitation, it seemed that it wanted to escape her chest cavity. “P-Please…” She stuttered, weakly. “Please don’t shoot.” She said. Only a part of her aesthetically weakened state was acting. She was exhausted, scared. “I’m Madison. I-I came here from the north.” She lied. In case any of these guys were related to the gangbangers that she had to rid herself of not too far back. “I’m starving… Please don’t shoot.” She repeated in a shaky, stuttering voice.
Damian Glass
The Church
By the sound of Madison's voice, Damian could tell that she was afraid. She appeared to be in a physically weak state as well. Feeling a bit sorry for the girl, Damian offered her a slice of bread, "Here, you should eat this."
Glancing back at Francois, Damian asked, "Hey, Chef, why don't you cook up our guest something nice. She looks like she's had a rough week. If anyone complains about the rationing then just take it out of my share," Damian knew that some members of the group might not take too kindly of sharing food with strangers, but he figured he could smooth it over with Stryker if anyone threw a tantrum.
As they awaited Francois to bring some food over, Damian began conversing with Madison, "Relax, Miss, nobody's gonna hurt as long as you don't hurt us. So, your name's Madison? I once had a girlfriend named Madison. She was a downright bitch, but, damn, was she beautiful. Anyways, you don't look so well. Mind if I ask what happened to you?"
The Nuclear Fist wrote:Transoxthraxia confirmed for shit taste
by Nexeria » Fri Dec 05, 2014 7:34 pm
Transoxthraxia wrote:Nexeria wrote:
Damian Glass
The Church
By the sound of Madison's voice, Damian could tell that she was afraid. She appeared to be in a physically weak state as well. Feeling a bit sorry for the girl, Damian offered her a slice of bread, "Here, you should eat this."
Glancing back at Francois, Damian asked, "Hey, Chef, why don't you cook up our guest something nice. She looks like she's had a rough week. If anyone complains about the rationing then just take it out of my share," Damian knew that some members of the group might not take too kindly of sharing food with strangers, but he figured he could smooth it over with Stryker if anyone threw a tantrum.
As they awaited Francois to bring some food over, Damian began conversing with Madison, "Relax, Miss, nobody's gonna hurt as long as you don't hurt us. So, your name's Madison? I once had a girlfriend named Madison. She was a downright bitch, but, damn, was she beautiful. Anyways, you don't look so well. Mind if I ask what happened to you?"
Taking the piece of bread tentatively, as if it was perhaps poisoned, she sniffed it once, and then twice. Not smelling anything, she mentally shrugged; if they wanted to kill her, they would have shot her already. She took a bite out of it, and chewed slowly. It tasted good. A lot better than burnt squirrel. She took a second bite, and then a third. Before anything else happened, she devoured the slice, the last bits disappearing into her mouth not ten seconds after it had been handed to her. She smiled a tight-lipped smile before listening to Damian.
As she heard the man speak, she leaned up against the wall, and began chewing her fingernails. "No, not to well, sir." She answered him. The "sir" was an innate response to anyone she viewed as a superior - she had been brought up in a private school in the South, after all. "Things aren't too good up North. My friends and I-" She paused to chew a bit of her fingernail, before reaching up to dislodge some of the leftover bread from her teeth, revealing that one of her Lateral Incisors was missing. "We come from Canada, but, well, we came down here because we thought there might be more help, what, you people and your guns." She smiled once more at her poor attempt at humour. "They just, ah, well they didn't, you know, make it. I kinda... I kinda let one die." She said, surprisingly lacking remorse. She didn't meet Damian's gaze, partially because she did feel guilty with what happened to her friends, but partially because she was lying. "I've never been to Tennessee before, or, honestly, much of this country, so I didn't know where I was going. I honestly don't think that I would've lasted a single more week out there." Her faint British accent was beginning to come out. Aside from her name, that was probably one of the first true things she'd told Damian.
by Verkaria » Fri Dec 05, 2014 8:22 pm
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."
~ Ernest Hemingway"Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day. Give a man a religion and he'll starve to death while praying for a fish."
by Altito Asmoro » Fri Dec 05, 2014 8:42 pm
Nexeria wrote:Transoxthraxia wrote:Madison, The Church.
As Madison opened the door, she heard a bit of commotion, but as the door swung open and she peered into the main room of the Church, quite a bit of it fell silent. A man, who she didn’t recognized, seemed a bit nervous, but determined. This was Damian Glass, but she didn’t know that yet. He asked her to identify herself as his hand brushed what appeared to be a holstered Glock. Her heart began to race, it felt that, with every palpitation, it seemed that it wanted to escape her chest cavity. “P-Please…” She stuttered, weakly. “Please don’t shoot.” She said. Only a part of her aesthetically weakened state was acting. She was exhausted, scared. “I’m Madison. I-I came here from the north.” She lied. In case any of these guys were related to the gangbangers that she had to rid herself of not too far back. “I’m starving… Please don’t shoot.” She repeated in a shaky, stuttering voice.
Damian Glass
The Church
By the sound of Madison's voice, Damian could tell that she was afraid. She appeared to be in a physically weak state as well. Feeling a bit sorry for the girl, Damian offered her a slice of bread, "Here, you should eat this."
Glancing back at Francois, Damian asked, "Hey, Chef, why don't you cook up our guest something nice. She looks like she's had a rough week. If anyone complains about the rationing then just take it out of my share," Damian knew that some members of the group might not take too kindly of sharing food with strangers, but he figured he could smooth it over with Stryker if anyone threw a tantrum.
As they awaited Francois to bring some food over, Damian began conversing with Madison, "Relax, Miss, nobody's gonna hurt as long as you don't hurt us. So, your name's Madison? I once had a girlfriend named Madison. She was a downright bitch, but, damn, was she beautiful. Anyways, you don't look so well. Mind if I ask what happened to you?"
by Monfrox » Fri Dec 05, 2014 10:10 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
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