you really suck at goodbyes, you know that? (zombie apocalypse, rp thread)

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    sykcel wrote:

    Jace straightened and his smile turned sideways into a smirk, but faltered a bit when Carter disappeared into her tent. Jace might have been familiar with flirting but he was far from a womanizer, Should I just ... follow her in there, or some sh*t? His dumb @ss really didn't know. Most people didn't like being around him, so he wasn't sure how to react to any woman that did want to be around him


    OOC: i'm still trying to get a feeling for Jace. I have a better feeling and ability for playing female and nonbinary characters. the male mind can be an enigma to me

    //me too tbh


    carter stuck her head out of the "door" of her tent and waved him over, rolling her eyes a bit. she contemplated taking off her shirt for a moment to change into something nicer but stopped herself when she remembered the ratty old sports bra she was wearing and became incredibly self-conscious. "shit shit shit shit" she muttered to herself and slipped her shirt over her head quickly and rummaged around in her bags for a nice bra.

    OOC: yeah that's a pretty good recap. basically it's just awkward flirting during a mob


    Blair cursed Matt silently, grimacing in his direction before talking into the mic one more time, "Good. Stay safe Athena, and look out for the other kids. I'll check in with you again tonight, just after sunset. Over and out."


    They sighed and set down the mic on top of the radio then left the office to sit on the bench next to Matt, "Yeah, everything was fine. Athena's okay, but if you're talking about Carter and Jace then they're doing their weird thing as always."


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    Jace grinned devilishly and followed Carter to the opening of the tent then stepped inside, closing the flap behind him. When he turned to see her frantically changing he stopped and just watched, trying to figure out what she was doing, but just became distracted by her figure, his eyes running over her body

    athena grinned over the radio, ah, yes, tonight. until than ... over. she murmured after a moment before peeling her sttention away and returning it to the children who watched her with interest.


    I landed wrong in long jump yesterday away now the top of my foot is absolutely throbbing but it's not swollen, but it hurts like an s.o.b //

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    LUNA RANYER
    Weapons Tech - Girl with purple hair and blue eyes - roleplayed by name



    "Let's get through this together."


    Luna woke up from a short nap, and went to her workbench. She was trying to find a better scope for her sniper.

    Wake Up

    STAY, YOU'RE NOT GONNA LEAVE ME

    carter whipped around upon hearing someone enter the tent, she saw it was jace and froze for a moment before chuckling awkwardly and letting her hands fall away from where they had been wrapped around herself. "uh, hey."

    Christopher was sitting at the corner of the compound. He was sitting on a large, smooth bolder. He had a Machete, which was in his hand, and he was running a smooth white ston along the blade. A sound making it like a clean slit. Each time he ran the stone across it, it made a clean, un-hindered Pshhhhhh.... Pshhhhhhh.... On the side, he had a sword what he remembered was called a Wakizashi. Around 30cm long. Even though it was longer than his Machete, He didn't use it much unless he was fighting multiple. The Machete, on the other hand, was his prized object. Black Stainless steal. With a Carbon handle. He even made it a sheath which strapped to his jeans belt strap.


    He kept his eyes open though. He was right next to a bunch of bushes, and god knows what can come out. He was just outside the compound. It was a simply, step in, step out type of distance. He wasn't very worried though. if he was, then he wouldn't be sharpening his blades.



    After he was happy with his work, he lifted the blade up, and twisted it, examining it to every detail. It was clearly shown signs of being used. But Chris took good care of something that helped him survive something like this.


    Much can be said for the others... Chris wasn't one to talk with the rest of the group. He just tagged along basically. Whether or not they accepted him as one of theirs, he could care less. More protection for him. Even though he would handle more better, and probably more quicker on his own.

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    Luna Ranyer
    Weapons Tech - Girl with Purple hair and blue eyes - roleplayed by Ink Sans



    "Let's get through this, together."


    Luna started on her work, with a light grey metal she usually made to make katanas, she listened to the sound of the metal hitting against the sander. Luna took the now sharpened metal off and dunked it into the water. She paid attention to how long it was in before taking it out to air dry. She started to work on the handle, which was going to be a dark purple. Her own katana was getting old with fighting. She was going to give it to a new swordsman and keep her own.

    Matt nodded, not saying anything else. He saw that he had annoyed Blair. He turned back to his work, welding a gun part back together. Wasn't much else he could do unless someone else found the part, which he doubted would happen.


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    [color=#FFFFFF]hearing a scritch-scritch on the outside of their hideout made athena's hair stand up on the back of her neck. what were the chances it was a zombie? she didn't know, didn't have the money to make one-sided bets and didn't want to know either. she prayed it was a bird, her muscles relaxing as there was a sharp thrum on the metal that signaled a bird's beak.


    she relaxed against her wall, the children curled up around her, sleeping. she wanted to sleep very badly, but knew that was not a wise choice with danger outside her door, literally. she could hear the boom as an explosive on the hills surrounding her home went off, driving her heart into a frantic dash. she heard the shriek cut short, and the leering hunting howls of the damned as they closed in on their fallen to consume them. she tried to tune them out, so distracted that she didn't notice the birds stopped singing and the scritching had started again, and that the trap door to the tower was inching open as something snuffled at the crack eagerly from below.


    to her credit it was too dark to see even with the candles, and didn't notice the danger until the evil thing was in her safe place and growling at her with animalistic hunger and rage as an eye less head turned, trying to get a lock on the woman as her heart picked up. she was rock still under the sleeping children as it lunged when she reached for her knife. Metal met bone in a breath, making her arm jerk at the feeling as the dead's head flopped sideways like a limp fish. she didn't hesitate to slip her knife into its skull, crushing it effectively as she twisted the blade, damaging the brain and cells beyond repair.

    Blair silently watched Matt work for a few more minutes, wondering exactly how he knew what he was doing with every piece of machinery he touched. Blair was never that technical, and barely knew what they were doing with the gun they carried on a daily basis. If something were to go wrong, they would probably just leave it alone until someone else could get their hands on it or they could replace it. Finally, they realized that they were still covered in dirt and grime and blood and needed a change of clothes. They pat Matt on the shoulder, stood, and left for their tent, planning on coming back a few hours later when the sun would set


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    OOC: i really do apologize for him and his stupidity lol


    Jace moved forward, his eyes looking over her body until finally he was within arms distance of Carter. Mentally he was wracking his brain for something to say but came up short. He thought he could be more suave than this, but no, he drew a blank. Instead he just ran a finger up her arm and finally cupped her chin with one hand, leaned down, and kissed her

    Wake Up

    STAY, YOU'RE NOT GONNA LEAVE ME

    //i relate on a personal level


    carter froze for a moment before moving her hands to wrap around his shoulders and kiss him back, nails lightly digging into his shoulders as she pulled him closer to her body.



    Griffin Deluca | Scout | Male | Relationship Status: Single | Crush: None | Age: 24

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    "Speaking" Thinking


    Interacting with: Open OOC: My character is on his own and needs to be found by the group :3

    Griffin let out a soft sigh as he dipped his white tank top back into the water. The cool liquid once again turned bright red, but the blood refused to completely leave the shirt. Oh well.. he thought, who do I have to impress? He tossed his shirt on the ground beside him - it making a soft squishing sound as it landed - and he rolled up the legs to his tattered and faded blue jeans. Grabbing the dagger that he kept as his "go to" weapon, the young dark haired boy hopped into the water. It was a bit too cold for his liking, but he gritted his teeth and sloshed deeper in. His bare chest was covered in tattoos and now sprays of his own blood. He had been so blinded with fear at trying to escape the horde he'd encountered that he didn't even see the large jutting branch that sliced so easily into his creamy Irish skin. He dipped his knife into the water and proceeded to rinse the dark greasy zed blood from it, careful not to get any on his open wounds. He still wasn't sure how the bloody disease was spread, but he wasn't going to take any chances. Once his blade was shiny and silver again, he went to work on his chest - wincing as the cold water seeped into his wounds.
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    Luna Ranyer
    Weapons Tech - Girl with dark purple hair and blue eyes - roleplayed by Ink Sans



    "Let's get through this, together."


    Luna walked out with her new sword, finished and sharp. She started to walk through the forest near the camp. She saw a man in a pond, she looked around before stepping out into the open. "Hiya, are you from around these parts?"

    Blair passed Hayla by their tent and gave a slight wave, noticing that she was still playing with her broken toy, "Hey, if you still want to use some spare parts, you're free to ask Matt. He might even help you fix it since he's so good with his hands." they gave her another smile before ducking into the tent. They looked around - the covered mattress was still on the floor of the tent covered in blankets and pillows, there was still a suitcase full of clothes, and there were still a couple boxes of odds-and-ends that seemed like useful grabs at the time. Now now, they undressed and pulled out the first clothes in the suitcase and relished the feeling of fresh clothes. They knew they would have to clean or burn the bloody clothes in the river later when the horde passed, otherwise it would leave them open to attack


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    Jace could tell that Carter was shocked by the sudden kiss, and it only made him smile a moment before kissing her a little more harshly. His hands ran down her body to her waist then pulled her even closer so their bodies were pressed together

    athena's breath came fast as the body dropped. she scrambled for the trapdoor and kicked the body down the chute it had climbed, it's head following quickly. her breath wild she moved to sit on top of the trap door, and moved the heavy boxes she had up in the tower, on top of it. scrambling back to the kids who were waking up she felt a jolt of pain in her leg. looking down she saw a jagged wound. her heart pounded, the wound had to have been from the tower or the boxes, she assured herself as she ripped off strip from her shirt and wound them around the injury. her heart thundered anxiously, her eyes closed tight as she prayed with all she had to anybody or anything that was listening.

    Matt set down his tools and went outside. He had filled welding and grinding down the welds. The part was in the best shape it could be in sheet cracking. He had set it off for a moment to look around the camp. There really wasn't a whole lot going on, with most people scouting. He decided to take a walk along the fence.


    (( I'm lost in the rp ATM I'll do something later

    @SassyWindow I fixed it.