complain when you're dead || open, scavenging run

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 399px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; color: black; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9pt;][justify]He had an empty pack slung over one shoulder, a bat resting against his leg as he scanned the camp, cool blue eyes flicking from person to person in a weighing manner. If it had been up to him, he'd have chosen very specifically, but alas, fortune was a fickle mistress and his options were limited. Best to just test the waters, get a feel for everyone's abilities before he decided who'd be good at this... or not.


    Rolling back his shoulders, Jeremy cupped his hands around his mouth and called, "Hey! Anyone up for a quick squirrel patrol? We're gettin' a little low on supplies." Of course, he'd be happy to kill any of the deaders wandering around out there - thus the bat - but in general Jeremy hoped they could find some food and clothing.[/fancypost]


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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; margin-top: auto; margin-left: auto; width: 450px;][color=black][font=times new roman][size=8]The young woman made her way around the camp, machete in the holster attached to her faded blue jeans. As a way to maker he blue hair look more neat and lest like a birds nest, Gemma ran her hands through the long strands a few times as she heard Jeremy call out for squirrel hunting. Seeing how the young feminine had nothing better to do, she walked over to him.


    "If you need people, I'll go along."Gemma offered to the masculine, hazel eyes looking at him as he hand rested on the handle of the machete. Gemma's eyes looked around at the moving people, the fighters eyes calm and collected at the moment, before they shifted back to the second in command.

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    The walking dead — fighter — hover for traits — attire


    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 305px; color: black;]Romana walked over with a nod. I'm up for another little patrol. So I'll tag along as well. the Italian woman said with a shrug.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; margin-top: auto; margin-left: auto; width: 450px;][color=black][font=times new roman][size=8]Gemma looked at Roman as she said she would tag along too. The feminine nodded as she crossed her arms, waiting for the okay to go on the little scavenge.

    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent;][justify]Swinging her own tattered bag onto her back, the brown-haired female nodded at the second. Although she really didn't feel like putting herself in danger just yet, Lauren didn't want to be that person that watched others do the work but still reaped the benefits. She might have been scared of dying but wasn't going to watch others do so so she could live. Nope, she was going to prove herself, despite however useless she was in a fight.

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 399px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Rae's head sprang up to catch sight of Jeremy when she hears those words. A grin spread across her face at the prospect of a patrol - her first time out of these walls since she's joined the group a little over a week before. Already she had begun to integrate with its members, and was eager for her comrades to witness her skills - she was a fast one and quite the shot.


    "Yo," Her voice was loud as she hurried towards the man who had been the first of this group to approach her, swinging a backpack over her shoulder as she stumbled along, "I'm in." She was fully aware that none of these people would want her coming along - after all, none of them had had a chance I see her in action, and the only things they had to judge on were her height, age, and the surprising fact that she's managed to survive so long on her own.[/fancypost]


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    He guessed he would come along, for the sake of finding some possible medical supplies that he could need in the future. Plus, it was always a good idea just in case someone got a injury that was not infectious. He personally had a survival knife in his belt, along with a small pistol. "I'll come along."
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    [justify]Samuel thought whether or not he should go, "I do need some new wires for fixing that generator though," he thought. "Hey I'm coming along too," the rather tall man said, picking up his revolver from the ground and strapping it to his side.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 399px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; color: black; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 9pt;][justify]As he was swarmed by a crowd of willing volunteers, his smile became a full blown grin. At least they wouldn't have to worry about lacking for people to go out on a patrol. Unless they all get killed. The thought dimmed his exuberance, but Jeremy wouldn't let his smile falter. Last thing they needed was a cloud hanging over their head twenty-four fucking seven.


    A few of the girls - Rae especially - received a doubtful glance, but Jeremy was beginning to resign himself to being the oldest or near oldest of this lot. He'd just have to make sure the adolescents didn't stumble into anything they couldn't handle. Or at least, anything he couldn't save them from.


    Tugging his jacket more firmly around his shoulders, the man nodded shortly, grabbed his bat and slung it opposite the backpack. "Alright, we'll all head out. Might split up later if we hit a fork in the road." So to speak. "If ya haven't got a pack, snag one from the supply area, we'll want everyone lightly loaded, right? Right. Don't get overburdened on me, I ain't dragging you along if the freaks attack."


    Was there anything else? He had led people before - in this group and others - but there were so many people joining it was larger than Jeremy was used to. Oh, right. "Buddy system, please and thank ya kindly. Keep someone around yourself at all times. No shooting 'less it's mandatory. Food first, but clothes, nails, shit like that'll be welcome too."


    That said, Jeremy turned rather abruptly on his heel and made for the camp entrance, glancing back once just to make sure at least some of the people were tagging along. Cold feet weren't exactly uncommon nowadays.[/fancypost]


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    The walking dead — fighter — hover for traits — attire


    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 305px; color: black;]Romana nodded and followed as for the buddy system jesus was that going to be tough....she barely knew any of these people and trusted none of them. But at least she's got options....not many but options are good none the less.
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    SHIT shit shit shit--Roque had been wanting to go out, search for supplies, and he could see off in the distance the cluster gathered around Jeremy, who must be organizing something. God damn it, he needed to be a part of that. He knew some idiots went out just on their own--not him. He wasn't a solo artist, and as the 28 year old steadily got more and more used to this new life, he was more and more grateful for the security of a large group. So, with his knife and backpack, the brunette trotted up, a little out of breath when he reached them all. "S-sorry, mind if I help out?" He asked quickly, as he kept up with them. They were moving now. Buddy system? Right, of course, thank god. He glanced around, and saw a woman nearby, dark haired, bright red lips. She reminded him slightly of a woman he loathed, but she seemed...well, since he'd lost his lover, other men put him on edge. He'd always had the hitman to protect him, and being far from combative himself, he was anxious around the larger, more skilled men around.


    Years of sexist upbringing and a superior attitude that had only partially deteriorated in the apocalypse, he found Lauren and Roman to be the most trust worthy, and if he were being honest, Roman looked a lot...tougher. With a small smile, the Frenchman approached her, voice calm and casual. He wouldn't be too fussed if she disagreed; after all they didn't know one another. But he hoped she'd take the chance; he was only armed with a knife, and his petite, slightly rounded figure wouldn't likely intimidate her. [b]"Do you mind if I stick with you?" He suggested softly. "I'm Roque Smith."



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    The walking dead — fighter — hover for traits — attire


    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 305px; color: black;]Romana snapped out of her thoughts when she heard other voice speak to her. It was a young man she hadn't seen before he looked a bit older then her but perhaps still in her age range. When he had asked to be her partner well that was surprising. Seeing as this an opportunity she nodded Sure. I'm Romana by the way. she said as she looked at him closely she noticed that in his eyes there was a hidden sadness a sadness she knew all too well. The loss of a loved one it was one of secret pain,depression,and overall rage with the slightest tinge of hope that their loved one could be alive even though it was a bigger chance they were dead. God she remembered....when the zombies had attacked how she and Antonio had been separated. She never found his body....but she had given up hope that he was alive a hella long time ago.....but still the memory of it all was burned into her heart and mind.
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    Success. He was grateful, not triumphant; Roquefort knew barely anyone aside from Jeremy and the other 'higher ups' of the group. Well used to this sort of hierarchy, but being himself in the superior ranks, it took getting used to, to be a nobody. [b]"Thanks. It's good to meet you, Romana."


    And it was, or at least, it could be worse. She could be dead, and trying to kill him. These days, he'd had to edit his view of other people--and currently, anyone not dead was good. Or better than the alternative. He could feel her eyes on him, probing, not verbally, he didn't know anyone who'd be so rude as to do that right after meeting--except possibly Klaire--but he wondered what she'd seen in him, what she wanted to see. "Are--ah, forgive me for asking, but are you armed?" He hoped his instinct had been on point, that she herself was skilled enough at combat, if they needed to fight.


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    The walking dead — fighter — hover for traits — attire


    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 305px; color: black;]Romana looked at him and smirked I got a dagger hidden in my right shoe and I got a rifle to my back. Romana said before removing her dagger from her shoe. See so no problem if the gun runs out of bullets I got some protection. So I'm fully capable of defending us if anything were to happen. .
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    Roque gave a wry smile, nodding. A gun was good, and another knife--but possibly better than either was her sense of confidence. She was young, but not a kid, and he hoped she had something to back that confidence up. For now, he'd rely on her, and his own skill, to not get them killed. [b]"Great. I've got a knife, I--I'm not completely helpless,"     He said with a small laugh. Her confidence was putting him at ease, and it was easier to converse, to think about this without anxiety creeping in. They needed supplies, and the former chef was glad to have found someone willing to help him out.


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    The walking dead — fighter — hover for traits — attire


    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: times new roman; text-align: justify; width: 305px; color: black;]Romana nodded ...well these are the days where the strong become stronger and the weak become the strongest. I look forward working with you Roquefort. You seem like a very capable man. she said with a curt nod she was restless already wanting to leave camp and go scavenge for some things such as food and other supplies perhaps find some dog food for the dog that other member had recently adopted. Of course that was only after finding more human food and clothes.
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    Romana's bit of philosophical divergence made him smile--once it would have made him cringe, to his affluent and superior attitude it would have seemed pretentious from someone of lower class, but he could say he was at least a bit matured since then, and take the compliment that followed with a grateful, if slightly bashful, smile. He was taller than she, and bigger, but not by much; they were fairly on each other's level and he could see clearly that she wanted to get going.


    So he started walking, beginning to converse with her once more in a soft tone as they passed some of the others.[b] "Is there anything specific you're looking for, Romana?" He wasn't, not this time, and was willing to go in whichever direction was more likely to hold her targets.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background-color: #5A5A5A; width: 370px][color=#F9F8F8][font=arial][size=13pt][b]LIKE I GOT THE DEVIL AT MY FEET[/fancypost]


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    [size=6pt]★ trek

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background-color: #161616; width:390px][font=Dotumche][color=#5A5A5A]ROQUEFORT » HOMOSEXUALLE » 28 » CHEF
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; background-color: #5A5A5A; width: 370px][color=#F9F8F8][font=arial][size=13pt][b]I DON'T WANNA MELT DOWN IN THE HEAT[/fancypost]


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    this is an open thread/board! just make up any character you like and jump in!


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    [size=6pt]★ trek