WHAT A CYANIDE SURPRISE | apocalypse + roleplay | YOU HAVE LEFT FOR MY EYES

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It didn't matter what the outcome was though because nothing would persuade Laylen to seek out that sound. God knows how many zombies had heard it. He glanced outside looking for a clear route and alarm flashed across his face. That single scream must have echoed across the deserted roads, acting like a beacon for the living dead. He let out a stream of frustrated curses as he flattened himself behind the door and out of sight from the street.

As soon as an opening appeared Laylen popped open the door, quickly turning into the alley to the side of the cafe only to find a woman with purple hair holding a pistol staring face to face with him. It honestly scared the living sh.t out of him. He let out the most high-pitched, strangled, startled, squeak that you would never expect to hear coming out of a 6"2 man.

Laylen noticed he was still visible from the road, and therefor still visible to large amounts of approaching zombies. Slightly panicked, he quickly reached for the woman's face with one hand while using the other to secure the hand holding the pistol. He forcefully pushed her further down the alley, against a wall and thankfully out of sight. "F.cking hell, were you trying to give me a heart attack?" It had been forever since Laylen had communicated with anyone, much less a woman and it probably didn't help that he was slightly sexually frustrated and the only available people around wanted to eat his face out. And not in the appealing way either.

_{// lol laylen sounds like such a pedophile/molester in this.
my apologies (not sorry at all)}[/fancypost]

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I already like you. I'm laughing so hard right now you don't even know holy crap I'm dying
Can't be a pedophile if she isn't a child, mwahaha.

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Though most girls wound scream or squeak when first, being startled by a strange tall man then, second, being forcefully backed into a back alley by said man, she did not. She wasn't the sort of girl to squeak scream, or cry out. She may have let out an unfeminine grunt that would have hardly been noticeable, but she, unlike the man, did not squeak. When he spoke she had found the culprit of the bittersweet aroma, his breath tinged with the smell, and sadly there seemed to be none of the beverage remaining.

"Give you a heart attack?" She seethed through her teeth, going up on her toes a bit, "you came out of that cafe, you squeaked and then, to top it all off, YOU backed me into an alley. Yet, you are the one almost having, what was it, a heart attack?" she growled, glaring up at him. He was attractive, even in the apocalypse. She wanted to just find out how he managed to make the coffee and leave him to do whatever he was doing before.

Whatever lollygagging they where doing at the moment was a pointless waste of her time when the infected could be closing in on them at any moment and he had just trapped them in a place with no escape and no barrier to keep them out. "And now do you even realize what you just did? We have no way out if they start to come down this alley, we will be trapped because of your frantic inability to control yourself." She breathed, her voice remained low, quiet, as it had been the entire time she had been speaking.
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; color: black; line-height: 92%; text-align: justify; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: 10px;][font=georgia]Ah, she really had no more energy to play the cutesy act anymore. Plus, that act was getting quite stale. Should she just abandon it? Yeah, probably. After all that every survivor went through on a daily basis, they wouldn't fall for such obvious deceit. And, since she was a leader of a group, she should aim for a more valiant image. Ugh. The thought of pretending to be some kind of knight in shining armor sickened her. Even as a child, when she had a bit of time to read, she had always preferred horror, gore, and science fiction over fairy tales.

Oh, how sweet. Raising her eyebrows in surprise, Saki took a step back and watched as the male reached out to comfortingly grab the younger girl's arm. Averting her gaze, the silver-haired female winced as a throbbing pain pressed down on her chest. Curling her fingers into her palm to form a fist, she told herself that she had just eaten her breakfast too fast and now she had heart burn -- even though she hadn't eaten anything yet. Lying to herself in this situation was, in her opinion, better than being truthful and admitting that she had been moved by the warm action that he displayed. It was better to just pass it off as heart burn.

Looking up at the girl, Saki managed to show her the tiniest hint of a genuine smile. Damn, it had been a bloody long time since she managed that. Sliding her pistol back into its holster, she lifted her hands up. "We're not a threat anymore," she said. "I'm very sorry for frightening you." Whoa. For once, there wasn't any sarcasm. Was she coming down with a fever? There was no way this was pity. Saki Kurosawa never felt neither guilt nor pity.

"That question was just something foolish I said." Saki explained with a shrug. "It isn't like I expected either one of y'all to respond cheerfully." How could they? The damn world was being overrun by human flesh-hungry beasts. "I'm Ash," she said suddenly. Wait. What the hell was she doing?! Mentally cursing herself, Saki waited for their response. Would they offer their names as well. She doubted it. They didn't even know each other. When I gather supplies and go back to camp, I need to sleep.

Yeah, she was just really tired.

[ Dungii, Laylen is perfectly amazing normal. Saki, on the other hand, has no f-cking idea what the hell she is. Like, she goes from manipulative to a conflicted. I'm just writing out replies and the character that is forming confuses me. What even are my characters. xD ]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 395px; line-spacing: 10px;][font=arial][size=8][color=#D9D9D9] Apparently Laylen's was just slow or incredibly excited, if you catch my drift, at meeting a woman, because what Garai said didn't sink in until he finished admiring her hair. "Purple suites you and I'm so sorry I can't control myself when seeing a feisty, young, cough bangable lady." Laylen threw a sly wink in there just for the fun of it before turning to contemplate his options for escaping (preferably with the fierce woman). With an awkward and slightly sheepish laugh, he rubbed the back of his neck saying, "Aha, I didn't realize that this alley was blocked off."

Seeing as the first of the zombies were starting to fan out in search of the source of the scream, Laylen took the chance to hightail back out of the alleyway. Turning back at the entrance he gave a small wave and a cheeky smirk. "Oh yea, by the way, my names Laylen." Though he wouldn't mind the company of Garai, having a companion was basically dooming him for trouble. "I hope to see you later, darling!" It was every man for themselves out in this cold world and he didn't have the courage to risk his life for someone he had just met.

With that simple fair well, Laylen made a break for another side street with considerably less living-dead traffic. Instead of doing what most others would do and kill any that he came across, he preferred to avoid them. He would swerve around the ones who were unable to catch him and mislead the ones that had the potential to catch him. He furrowed his brows. Laylen didn't like leaving others in the time of trouble. With all those infected closing in on that area, any survivors there would need much skill to not be overrun.

Laylen had almost made it to the perimeter when he faltered and looked back. Not only would the purple-haired woman possibly need help, but what if that scream had also attracted other survivors? What if those few still living would be killed if he didn't aid them? This isn't like me, Laylen grit his teeth before continuing to jog away from the heart of where the trouble was brewing. If they're- if she, is meant to live on then I'm sure I'll meet them again. But for now, I have to make sure I live on.

_{// HOSHI , lol "heart burn" wink wink sarcasm, and your charries are fabulous.
btw we should probably go and start rping on the new kingdom clan thing
@arkill, i already like you very much too and i'm having way more fun with this than i should, btw i apologize for laylen being such an @ss
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ooc: Never go to the internet for information on bombs, I'll just improvise with what I known on chemical reactions and make it all sound reasonable.
Hah. Laylen is totally not gonna see the end of this from Gasai.

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Gasai flushed. That little bastard! He left her in the alley he had dragged her into after making a fairly loud, shrill noise that would be attracting some infected shortly, said some inappropriate things to her, and then went off on his merry-fucking-way. She stood there stunned at his strange ways for a few more moments, before creeping through the cafe and out the other side of the building, taking the paths with the least infected which also seemed to be the most inconvenient.

She assumed this was the same path the dickbag had taken, since there wasn't much other choice in paths, and he didn't seem like the gallant knightly type that would go to save the girl, though he did manage to look the part. If the circumstances were different, she would probably take a great liking to him and even develop a crush of sorts, but they are what they are. In this world once you find something to live for, you are bound to lose it, and once you do you have no will to live. She shook her head, she was thinking too much about this Laylen character.

Her pace became lighter, brisker and it didn't take long for her quiet steps to lead her to him, far enough ahead that she could see him easily, about fifty meters or less, but not close enough for him to hear her, that had to be when she was around four feet behind someone for the average person to hear her, and that is in near total silence. She decided to tail him from about a three meter distance, she still had to get revenge for leaving her in the previous situation.
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Uh-oh. Saki took a half-step back as a large smirk spread on the younger girl's face. If she was going to snap and go crazy, the silver-haired wouldn't hesitate to shoot her. Even if she had felt a weird emotion akin to pity earlier, Saki didn't plan on dying anytime soon. Right? She still had her survival instincts, didn't she? She couldn't afford to be weak during the apocalypse because the weak crumbled and rotted. Saki had learned that the hard way.

Yes, she had learned through the broken beer bottles; the shards of glass piercing through her flesh, the cruel smirk that danced on her father's lips, and her pathetic b-tch of a mother sniveling in the corner. She had learned scavenging for food; the rank spit of shopkeepers on her cheek, the hardened teenagers protecting their scraps, and the laughter of drunken men as she begged. No matter what, Saki would never be weak. She would never --

Suddenly, a faint salty and damp scent reached her nose. Unclenching her fist, she stared after the girl. Was she crying? Surely not. After her foul-mouthed display, there was no way. Well, unless it had been an act. Softening, Saki looked over at Yuu. He seemed like he was about to leave. "M-Maybe we should help her," she uncertainly suggested. Oh, Lord. What the hell was wrong with her? Did she do drugs or something?

When the pink-haired female peeked her head out, Saki couldn't help but smile. Offering her a small wave, she nodded approvingly. "We're not going to hurt you, and we don't think you're weak." she said. "Do you mind telling us your name?"

[ @Dungii - Thanks, love~! <3 Yeah, we probably should reply to the New Kingdom thread.
@Meh, Caturday & TRIGGER - For some reason, I can totally see Misaki and Saki fighting over Yuu sometime in the future. Am I the only one? xD ]

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; color: black; line-height: 92%; text-align: justify; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: 10px;][font=georgia]Saki noticed the girl's hesitation, but she forced herself to be patient. If she showed even the tiniest hint of aggression, there was a big chance that the pink-haired teenager would freak out again. That would be very troublesome and make it harder for the girl to trust.

"Misaki."

Saki acknowledged the name with a nod. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said. "As for earlier, don't worry about it too much." the leader added. There was no point in holding a grudge -- even though that was her first instinct. Ha. She was definitely strange today; on a normal day, she probably would've shot Misaki and been on her merry way with no guilt or pity. If her old subordinate could see her now, he would faint in shock.

"I've just had some...trauma."

Saki wanted to let out one of her broken laughs, roll her eyes, and say something like 'we all have, love'. But, firmly deciding against it, she just nodded understandingly and watched as Misaki slid onto the ground. Her pity-ridden heart twisted in her chest as she watched the girl battle with her demons of the past. Saki couldn't help her. No, she couldn't. How could she when she was still battling her own pain? Sighing, she offered her hand to the girl. "Here," she said. "I'll help you stand up." This was all she could do.

[ It's fine. My post is pretty rushed too. ]

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In the land of a billion lights
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smol bump to remind myself i'm still here
and i need to generate muse
agh
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; color: black; line-height: 92%; text-align: justify; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: 10px;][font=georgia]You can always try out this thread. <3

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In the land of a billion lights
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Ears pricked at the sound of far-off creaking and a small, but sharp, whistle. Darion's eyes turned quietly towards the direction they came from. "Hey, their back." Darion noted quietly, glancing at the other two as they spoke. Even if they weren't coming, he was going to go. He jogged forward, leaping up and grabbing onto the rail. He hauled himself up, muscles straining, before jumping over the rail onto the catwalk beyond.

He jogged down it, taking a sharp left into the door that was closed. He opened it, sighing as he sighted the pair beyond the doorway. "Welcome back. Find anything good?" He crouched down next to them, eyes searching the ground. Darion glanced over the things already unpacked, eyes narrowing in slight criticism. The last time they had food the rations went bad, and he wasn't blaming them, but still... He sighed to himself.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 395px; line-spacing: 10px;][font=arial][size=8][color=#D9D9D9] Laylen, believing to be far enough away from the cafe, slowed to a walk and eventually stopped completely. It seamed that few zombies roamed this area, probably all pulled away by that scream. He scouted the area with a quick glance, looking for a place to lie low for a while just to be safe. Cautiously, he choose to enter an alley to the side of an apartment building, much like the one he had almost trapped himself and Gasai in. It would be a death wish to simply saunter straight in lobby of the building without knowing how many infected lingered within. Finding the fire escape ladder wasn't hard, but scaling it was. Rusted and rickety in some places made it a somewhat difficult climb. At each level he would peer into the window and evaluate the apartment. It wasn't until the fourth floor that he finally decided to enter.

Silent with a steady pace, Laylen flipped open his tactical knife and slid it under the sill. Usually a cheap trick like that wouldn't work, but the lock on this window was of an older model and easyily snapped open. Creaked open the window he dropped inside, making sure to secure the small apartment and scavenge the area for any zombies. The people that once lived here seamed to have left in a hurry. The furniture was in a disarray and random objects were strewn around at random. It looked as if this household had escaped to one of the quarantine cities. There was no little to no sign of zombie disturbance in this apartment and Laylen soon figured out why when he reached the main entrance. The door was locked with a deadbolt from the inside. Lay-lay returned to the living room, deciding to keep the window unlock in case of emergency, and sat down on the couch. Placing his head in his hands, he let out a crushed sigh, once again thinking about the purple-haired lady he left behind.
"God dammit. Now I have to jack off alone tonight."

_{// lol everyonehas the hots for Yuu
and i just realized i've been spelling gasai wrong
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Gasai took note of the window he had entered into. Should she maybe draw attention to that particular complex and leave him to the dead like he had done to her, or should she handle it herself? She decided quickly on the latter, if she attracted the dead it could put her in a tricky situation as well and it would be more fun to be the one causing him a little pain.

She began to scale the fire escape, having done similar things many times in the past and being much more nimble, it was easier for her to do it than the man, though it was slightly louder with her weight being less than his and the pressure from her weight being lower, it would shake a lot more. She muttered a number of foul curses under her break before she reached the window, pressing herself against the side of the building next to it as she debated on what to do next.

Laylen, what kind of a name is that? It's so.. Girlish and flowery, I'd probably name my fish that if I had a fish. Her mind wandered for a moment as the newly formed debate continued in her mind, getting somewhat offtrack from her original purpose of being there.

(It's fine, I wasn't paying much attention so I didn't even notice.)

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