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.:Abree Mackenzie Kline:.
.:18:.
.:Female:.
.: Personality:.
Kind,Jokester,Accurate Aim.etc
.: Skills :.
Moving fast,Accuracy with everything,Smart,Skateboarding
.: Friends? :.
You can put me in your friends.
.:BF/GF/Crush:.
None, but open
.: Inventory :.
Handgun,box of ammo,Ice Pick,Shive,self purification water bottle
.: Other :.
I have a Dog named Lacy
Wanna use my form?
.:Matt Brooks:.
.:18:.
.:Male:.
.: Personality:. Hes nice and will flirt with girls at bad times.
.: Skills :. He can convince people to do stuff for him, and hes pretty good with a gun.
.: Friends? :..Abree
.:Crush:.
None, but open
.: Inventory :. A 9MM handgun and a Swiss army knife with a compartment with hidden supplies in it.
.: Other :. He LOVES his skateboard!!!
.: Name :. "Khirstopherson Faith. People call me Cricket, though."
.: Age:. "I'm fifteen here."
.: Gender:. "Well duh, I'm a girl."
.: Personality:. "Uh..."
-Protective.
-Tough.
-Fierce.
-Brave.
-Restless.
-Strong.
-Not afraid to kill.
-Sly.
-Intelligent.
-Blows up on people easily.
-Sensitive to family matters.
-Distrusting to strangers.
-Motherly.
-Talkative.
-Outgoing.
.: Skills :.
"Let's see here..."
-Can imitate a cricket's sound.
-Can swim well.
-Can climb well.
-Good with melee weapons. (Especially hatchets.)
-Fast runner.
.: Friends? :.
"Not really, unless you count the crickets."
.:BF/GF/Crush:.
"Once I find the right guy."
.: Inventory :.
"As if."
-2 water bottles.
-1 hatchet.
-1 pistol.
-1 spare change of clothes.
-1 blanket.
-4 cans of peaches.
-6 cans of soup.
-1 473 ml can of Red bull.
.: Other :.
"I really like crickets."
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.: Carson :.
.: 19 :.
.: Female :.
.: Personality:.
"I guess I'm smart, and pretty sarcastic. I'm creative and pretty modest, so I'm not very good about saying that I'm the best or I'm great or whatever. I worry about what other people think of me, and I'm very self-aware. I'm actually pretty nice and friendly to the people who I think deserve it, otherwise I look like an *sshole, but whatever."
.: Skills :.
Knife-fighting, sniper rifles, parkour, also good with a sword
.: Friends? :.
None
.:BF/GF/Crush:.
None/None/None
.: Inventory :.
Some food, Two bottles of warm water, a pistol and knife, sniper rifle
.: Other :.
She's pansexual
OOC: I think we can start.
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.: Alistair Carter :.
.: 17 :.
.: Male :.
.: Personality :.
Quiet, calculating, and to-the-point.
.: Skills :.
Swordsmanship, rifling
.: Friends? :.
Nobody, currently
.:BF/GF/Crush:.
Open
.: Inventory :.
3 bottles of lukewarm water, rations to last a week, M4 carbine with 20 extra clips, and a sword
.: Other :.
N/A
Alistair stepped out into the cracked street, rifle held in one hand over his shoulder. He adjusted the red necktie- his last connection to his deceased father- so it wouldn't choke him. The bandanna tied around his left arm was supposed to be white, but using it to clean up wounds had left it bloody red. He slid the rifle into its holster on his back and reached into his jacket, pulling out a bottle of water. He cracked it open and took a long drink, draining half of the bottle. He screwed the cap back on and slipped the bottle back into his jacket. "Wonder if anyone's still alive out here." He thought aloud, walking carefully down the street.
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Alistair could just make out the outline of three figures ahead of him-two people that didn't look dead from this distance and a dog. He lifted his left arm in the air and waved, wincing slightly from the lingering pain of a gash wound under the bandanna.
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.: Name :.
Cerise Parker
.: Age:.
18
.: Gender:.
Female
.: Personality:.
Calm, Brash, Stealthy, Rarely friendly, Harsh, Novice Parkourist
.: Skills :.
She is an excellent climber, which she uses to scale buildings. Cerise also has precise aim, able to shoot a zombie/human from across a football field (width length)
.: Friends? :.
Alistair, maybe? If it's OK.
.:BF/GF/Crush:.
Will develop
.: Inventory :.
Rations to last another day or two, a bottle of water, a sniper, and an M16
.: Other :.
She is already infected, but the only notifiable thing is a tiny patch of greenish-grayish skin on her cheek.
OOC: I'm cool with it.
Cerise sat, legs dangling, on the side of a low, flat building. She was surveying the area for any signs of life besides zombies. Although her searches always came out with nothing, it didn't hurt to try.
Alistair put his arm down, and moved the other one to readjust his sleeve and bandanna. He could hear something approaching from behind him, and decided to wait until it got within sword distance to turn around and strike it. When he could hear the footsteps of the beast fairly loud, he turned around and in one quick motion drew his sword and lodged the blade into the beast's neck. He attempted to pull it out, to no avail. He sighed, slipped the M4 off of his back and shot the beast in the head. The sound of the shot bounced around, and would attract more of them, but it did what it Alistair wanted it to.
Cerise's head whipped around at he sound, not seeing Alistair yet, and dropped down silently. She inched her away along the side of an alley, and poked her head around. Cerise couldn't tell that Alistair was a zombie or not, so she aimed up her M16. "You wanna piece of me zombie," she whispered to herself, the figure of Alistair making her think he was a zombie.
OOC: So do Alistair and Cerise already know each other from before the zombies or are they just meeting?