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

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In the land of a billion lights
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"Are we moving posistions soon?" Darion asked. It might have been rather sudden, but he needed to know before tomorrow morning, at least. He glanced up, eyes resting on Aoi, before flicking back to the two girls. "Erm, thank you." He muttered, nodding to the packs. "Go ahead and pack it back up to put it into the storage. We'll need it, for sure." He shifted slightly, tugging on his hair as he did.

// really short on muse, sorry, i was working in the attic again
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 395px; line-spacing: 10px;][font=arial][size=8][color=#D9D9D9] Laylen was tense with anxiety and a underline hint of guilt. He had met plenty of survivors before and leaving them behind had never irked him so. Maybe it was just to put something else on his mind, or his nerves were truly getting to him, but he stood once again to check the apartment. Laylen combed through each room even though he knew that there was no way a zombie could possibly break into the apartment due to the dead bolt on the front door.

To release some pent up frustration, Laylen ventured out into the hallway. He left his lightweight backpack in the apartment's living room, trusting that a backpack wouldn't suddenly sprout legs and walk away. With only his tactical folding knife and a shotgun he rarely used, he walked down the landing. Very few zombies loitered here, the meager amount that did were starved, weak, and desperate. The first one he came across was dealt a swift hook punch and it crumbled instantly. The second was so far mutalated that Laylen didn't even want to go near the thing. "Jesus man. You aren't looking too good. Even for dead person." Its stench was strong and it crawled towards Lay in a fleshy mess.

As always, Laylen had to preserve his gorgeous appearance and opted for shooting the disgusting creature instead. He gripped the shotgun, pulling to his front, gave it a pump and prayed to whatever god was watching that these poor souls find peace. "Lord have mercy." His face grimaced as he pulled the trigger and a bullet blew the infected's brain apart. The sound attracted the scarce amount of zombies left within the building. Laylen hastily popped his gun back into its snug holster and ended the remaining monsters, of course all were killed with style and flamboyant manner. At one point Laylen had even begun acting out a bit of a Jacky Chan movie, pretending that the zombies were oncoming ninjas. For a while all you could hear was a faint, over-dramatic screeching. The most memorable one was killed by falling down the stairs on its own accord.

Now his "gorgeous appearance", that he tried so hard to maintain, was covered in gore and guts. A smirk once again split his face, the fight reminding him that it was either kill or be killed and if he didn't have the strength to move on then he would never survive.
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While the flat was relieved of Laylen's presence, Gasai took the opportunity to slip inside through the still unlocked window. She glanced around for a moment, the apartment was in a slight mess, but as Laylen had previously observed, no signs of struggle or infected existed within the confines of the moderate apartment. She came upon the couch, seeing a small pack, and began to carefully go through it.

She found nothing very interesting, a Camelbak pouch, nylon rope, gauze and disinfectant, matches, the usual sorts of things. And then she heard that idiot firing a shotgun just in the adjacent hallway. She grit her teeth as her ears rang slightly before turning back to finish her snooping. She was nearly done, except, a toothbrush? She stifled a laugh as she examined it in her hand. Personally, she did miss brushing her teeth and had forgotten what a clean mouth felt like, but it just seemed impractical to carry one with you. When she was done she carefully placed the items back in their positions and closed the bag. Gasai decided to lounge back on the cough and closed her eyes, awaiting his hopefully inevitable return. She still had to get him back for leaving her.

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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 say that like you're the only one."

Saki sighed, shooting Yuu a exasperated look. She had been relieved earlier when he chose to wait a while longer, yes, but now she kind of wanted to kick him. Almost everyone who had survived the apocalypse so far had trauma -- most of them, like her, had the scars to prove it -- but pointing that out so bluntly was bound to get the other girl on a freaking edge.

"I know I'm not the only one."

Well, damn. This was not going to work; two people who obviously couldn't comfort anyone were stuck in a position where they had to. "How are we both so bloody bad at this?" she grumbled to Yuu under her breath, watching as Misaki began to back away. Oh, Saki was exhausted. Trying to be "good" for the first time in her life was taking its toil on her patience, and now she wanted to shake the pink-haired girl and tell her to just relax.

"It has something to do with those, yeah?"

Just as Saki's eyes drifted towards the metal braces, she heard Yuu. "Yeah, taking them off would be our best option right now." she said. Was there a way that allowed them to get those off without seriously hurting the other girl? The only thing that Saki could think of -- which would put Misaki through a bunch of pain and was dangerous -- was attempting to burn them off. "I don't think we should go with my idea." Saki shuddered. "How would you get rid of them?" she asked, biting her lower lip thoughtfully.

[ trigger - I think Saki is going to start liking him for his caring moments and she be comfortable around him because she'll feel like she is able to relate to him a little. ]

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 395px; line-spacing: 10px;][font=arial][size=8][color=#D9D9D9] Laylen felt much better, his ego slightly swollen after killing that group of zombies. A smug grin adorned his face and his chest was puffed out more than it usually was. He quickly dusted himself off and checked to make sure that everything of his was intact and showed no sign of the degrading illness. After he proceeded to examine the damage done to his clothing. The blood splattering across the cloth would be a torture to wash out and even after a few scrubs, it would probably stain. On the bright side, the smell shouldn't last and might even help to mask his scent from other infected.

The zombies lying around would be a pain, not to mention the rotting scent would not be too pleasing if he decided to stay in this quaint area. Within a few minutes Laylen had cleaned up the scattered zombie body parts by laying them all on a carpet then rolling them up like a burrito and chucked them down the elevator shaft. The gore strewn across the floor would tint the wood in a displeasing color, but Laylen didn't feel like bothering with it. The self-satisfied attitude still surrounded him as he walked with jaunty steps back to the apartment.

With a flourish he entered the living only to stop at the sight of a certain purple haired female. Even though Laylen had already embarrassed himself many times that day with the feminine squeak and Jacky Chan screeching, he just didn't seem to learn. If it were a zombie, he would have no problem at all since it was normal for them to appear wherever and whenever, but for a woman to keep constantly popping up as if by magic, well it was enough to make Laylen release a startled squeal.

"W-haut?" Laylen was having some mild trouble forming a coherent word at this point. He thought that he had left her to die back at the cafe. It was quite the feat to escape and even more incredible that she had tracked him. I mean sure, he wasn't a necessarily hard person to follow, but you'd think that during an apocalypse that you'd be more worried for your personal survival than extracting revenge and hunt down someone whom had earlier just betrayed you.

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And the prince had returned to his castle. "Aw, you don't wanna see me, sweetie?" she scoffed in a bitter tone, brushing her fingers along her jawline as she stood. Her pace was quick and precise, the canvas-jean material of her dark green cargo pants brushing together, and as she continued her approach she removed her dark green rainjacket, discarding it to the side and exposing her glistening olive skin from a day in the heat of this dreaded world, her tank top cut somewhat low and her shoulders exposed in it. Her muscles were toned, and her skin had a thin layer of dirt from the lack of a decent bath. She wore black cloth wraps that you would wear mostly when boxing or practicing MMA. One she was within reach she reeled back her arm and gave him an unexpectedly strong hook to his kidney, which would crumple the average man to his knees.

//rushed + low muse

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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]Oh, that was just bloody great. Since neither one of them had a pain-free way of approaching the metal braces, maybe they should just go with Yuu's brainchild of hardly-knowing-what-the-fuck-he's-doing. At least Misaki wouldn't end up getting burned, right? Hopefully, granted that she was at least somewhat sane, she'd agree with them choosing to keep certain parts of her flesh intact and unscarred. Ah, how overwhelmingly troublesome.

"Well, your idea is still less dangerous than my own," Saki said. "I was going to suggest melting the braces, but that would be traumatic and messy as hell." Thank God -- ha, that was utter bullsh-t; she of all people knew that there wasn't anything watching over them -- there was someone else around her to suggest some other form of removing the younger girl's shackles. What a great day it was turning out to be, huh?

When the girl ran off yet again, Saki sighed and pressed her hand against her forehand. "I really don't have the kind of time for this," she muttered. Dear zombie guts and all that is unholy, why was this happening to her? Note to self: never do good deeds.

"Guess you could say she went out on a high note..."

Saki glanced over at Yuu and questioningly quirked an eyebrow. A small smirk threatened to appear as the corners of her lips twitched in a valiant attempt to maintain a poker face. This really was not the time to be joking around, but she found it funny. Covering her mouth, she struggled to stuff the rising laugh back down her throat. Alas, she failed.

Hunching over helplessly, she softly laughed. Letting out a loud chuckle would alert every zombie within a mile-radius and that had to be avoided at all costs. "Really? I found it pretty amusing actually." she said, straightening up into a standing position.

Suddenly, another scream rang out. "F-ck my life," Saki darkly hissed under her breath, following after Yuu with her bowie knife held firmly in her hand.

Ducking and slashing, she made my way through the writhing mini mob of zombies. Damn, this really was too much. If she ever heard another scream after this event, she'd ignore it without a second thought. This kind of life-risking assistance really wasn't her style.

Once she had finished off my targets and Yuu had wiped out the remaining brain-munchers, she wiped her blade off with a bit of clean fabric from her pouch and returned her blade to its sheath. "Well...that was fun." Saki sarcastically drawled.

[ I didn't catch the reference. I was too busy staring at Geheichou. ]

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_{// yeSS hoshi ✦ your fab af
geheichou is fire}
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 395px; line-spacing: 10px;][font=arial][size=8][color=#D9D9D9] To say that Laylen was confused was an understatement. His brain was completely f.cked. It didn't help that the purple haired woman suddenly started to strip. Panicked, he started to back up and his face was a mess of alarm. "Okay I realize that I left you and it's hard to satisfy yourself during the middle of an apocalypse and that you're probably horny and I'm very horny and we would be good together, but don't you think we should-" Laylen was so busy being distracted by her fab shoulder's and her sudden advance that he never saw the hook coming.

A sharp pain bloomed in his rib-cage. I know this sounds bad, but Laylen kind like it. He isn't a masochistic by far, but oddly enough he was getting of on this. He had to applaud Gasai for actually making him double over and sucking in his breath. He quickly recomposed, straitening up to look down on the female. "Well, that's no way to great your fellow survivor."

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Garai crossed her arms over her chest and lowered herself to his level. Her teeth were still grit as her gaze cut into his form. "That's one way to leave your fellow survivor by herself, after getting her into the situation in the first place." she sneered, her lip curling. She leaned in slightly, her face close to him. "And don't assume I grovel in my sexual interests like a pig." She pulled back, standing and making her way over to her previous seat. She wanted leave, she was ready to leave, but something unknown kept her lingering, and she couldn't bring herself to leave. So, she stayed.

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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]Saki silently watched as Misaki slowly stood up and rubbed her eyes. She had been crying earlier, hadn't she? That wasn't acceptable. During the apocalypse, any hesitation in combat almost guaranteed death. Ah, forget it. She was being too harsh on the younger survivor, and common sense warned that such 'wisdom' would not be appreciated while the girl was still mentally vulnerable. As long as she or Yuu stayed around, the girl would be fine.

Wait. What kind of foolish nonsense was she spouting? She didn't want to protect anyone for an extended period of time. If the girl wanted to survive out here, she'd have to help herself. Life was only good for the powerful, and Saki knew that for a fact.

"Domo arigato,"

Saki's eyes brightened considerably as the sound of her native language reached her ears; it had been many years since she last heard it, and she missed it. Japanese always brought the few fond memories of her childhood back to life. Yes, whenever her father had been sober -- which wasn't often -- he and her mother would talk and dance happily. Those were the times when her family became peaceful, warm and comforting. She desperately clung to her sole childhood joy, knowing that she would feel empty once it was gone.

Sighing, she pushed a wayward strand of silvery hair out of her face. "So --" her sentence cut off abruptly, as Misaki hugged Yuu. For a moment, she simply stared. Even though they were right in front of her, the scene wasn't properly registering. What...were they doing?

Curling her fingers into her palm to ignore the dull ache in her chest, she looked away. Why was she getting all weird? It was normal for a girl to lolly-gag over a 'knight in shining armor'. She had always prided herself on not being one of those girls, so why was she acting stupid?

[ Don't worry about it, Cat. All I can say is that I hope you'll feel better. *virtual hug* ]
[ Ah, SAO Abridged. I've seen the first episode, but I keep forgetting to watch the rest of it. ]
[ Geheichou is too perfect for words. <3 ]
[ Heh. Saki's getting jealous~! I really should not enjoy her envy as much as I am. xD ]

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LAYLEN WAS NEVER SEEN AGAIN AND IS RUMORED TO HAVE MADE HIS WAY TO RUSSIA. THAT OR ATTEMPTED TO HAVE SOME SHREK SEX WITH ZOMBIES AND IN TURN BECAME ONE WITH THE SWAMP.

EDIT: PLEASE DISREGARD THIS POST

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 395px; line-spacing: 10px;][font=arial][size=8][color=#D9D9D9] Laylen, slightly offended that he was compared to such an unattractive animal and blamed for almost getting the duo trapped, opened his mouth in protest. "As far as I'm concerned, I wasn't the one lurking around suspiciously. For all I knew, you were preparing to ambush me." With his nose turned upwards he took advantage of his height to look down upon her. "I also was not the one that released that scream, so you can't blame me for that either."

To Laylen's surprise, the immature woman returned to her seat. He skeptically moved take his backpack out of her reach then slunk into the seat besides her."You must be incredible desperate to still be hanging around." Those wicked eyes of his narrowed and that annoyingly notorious grin was back. "I mean, if I were you I also wouldn't want to leave such a hunk like myself."

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She scoffed. "You? A hunk?" Garai held eye contact for a long moment before looking away when she felt her cheeks lightly flustering, "don't make me laugh." She was about to reply to his previous comments, when she was disturbed.

Suddenly an angry naked man ran through the apartment "don't touch me," shouted the man, "don't you dare, my body is a temple why is it getten so cold in here my nipples are getten hard zombies every where they want me they want to touch me."

She sat there for a moment, her mouth a gape, and hesitant on what to do as she watched the nude man lingering at the opposite end of the apartment and frantically muttering to himself, continuing on in a loop of don't touch me and how it was cold.

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