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    Aisling jolted at the sfound of someone crying. She looked around at the people outside, she couldn't imagine one of them crying. Not even the girl. Must be your imagination

    Solas saw it all happening. It was sickening. Sprinting at lightning speeds, he did a flying sidekick aone of the men, firing at the others.

    Screen Name: Cloverdrift


    Name: Kerra


    Age: 12, roughly (she doesnt know exactly, has no way or reason to keep track of days and years)


    Gender: Female


    Looks: Brown hair (she cut it to shoulder-length after the world fell into chaos), grayish-blue eyes, average height, muscular, not overweight but not supermodel skinny, wears worn sneakers, a camo bandanna, a black tanktop, and black sweatpants, carries a camo backpack


    Personality: Stubborn but wise, seems somewhat distant and coldhearted but she tries to make decisions that are best for the group, an extremely loyal friend but not initially a very trusting person


    History: Is a runaway from a wealthy family that was quite establoshed in the military, a couple of years after she ran away the world fell into chaos


    Ability: She is educated in military tactics, techniques, terms, drills, etc.


    Weapon: a fighting staff she designed herself with retractable blades (she doesnt enjoy killing and only does when absolutely necessary, which is why she built in the blades)


    Crush: open

    Username~ InsaneOneofDarkness
    Name~ Reaperr
    Age~ 13
    Gender~ Male
    Personality~ Shy and will almost never talk.
    Looks (Pic preferred, but not necessary)~

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    Weapon(s)(If any)~ None
    Special talent(If any, and NO super powers)~ Train to be a docter
    Past(Optional)~ Good luck trying to get him to talk about that.
    Crush~ ...

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    Asia dusting off her jeans she stood up her head was spinning frantically she burst out side a gas casket had just broken in the house she had found just two weeks ago grummbling to her self she grabed her spear and ran tripping over some broken glass, a piece jammed into her fore-head and her arms coughing she looked up "HELP!" she managed to scream before she was pulled under from the gas


    OCC: in other words she just fainted, now would be a good time for some1 to find her :P

    OOC: All accepted!
    IC:



    Andy had just slit a man's throat when he turned to see Solas. Andy shook the blood from his blade and turned to stab it into another's stomach, then twisted sharply. He glanced at the girl, who seemed to have fallen unconscious.


    The car slowly began to cool, prompting Brooke to awake. She blinked and looked around, slightly confused. The heat had messed with her head, making every blurry and confusing.

    A young girl arrived on the scene and spotted fighting. She decided to hang back a bit and decide whether to help or not and figure out each side's intentions when she spotted a little boy shaking behind a wall, sobbing. And one of the big, burly men was advancing towards him stealthily. He had obviously spotted the kid. She leaped into the open and aimed to bring her staff squarely down on the man's head, but he turned and saw her and deflected her, using her momentum to his advantage. She hit the ground a few feet away with a thud, unceremoniously lying on her arm. When she tried to get up it hurt like H-E-doublehockeystick and was bent at and awkward angle.

    Brooke was p*ssed as h*ll. She kicked the windows with as much power as she could muster. The window shattered loudly, glass raining to the ground. She reached through the window and opened the door, then hopped out. Brooke took a deep breath and began jogging down the street, her .22 pistol in hand.

    Reaperr sat atop one of the many buildings. He was watching the fighting and the little kid crying. Plus the girl that just came out of the car. He was sitting down cross-legged. He pulled out his medical bag and looked at the remaining supplies. "Not alot left." He thought to him self grimly. He got up and went over to a ladder. He put it over the side and slide down, looking who to help first.

    Brooke groaned and staggered from dehydration, her throat and tongue bone-dry. She looked around wildly, for any sign of water. Of course, she found none. The heat from the car had sapped Brooke's strength and she hadn't had any water in days. She dropped to her knees, breathing shakily.
    After a few moments, she tried standing and stumbled a few steps before falling to her knees again.

    "Ahhh…" Willow sighed with relief, her leaf-green eyes brightening and her movements speeding up. The water from the discarded, half-full bottle was so good, so refreshing, she drank nearly all of in one gulp. The slender girl was wearing a long-sleeved cream top, the end cut off at strange but beautiful angles, a red fleece top, saying PINE ROCK LAKE CO. on it in big cream letters, black skinny jeans, and tall black boots with silver leaves on it. Her light brown hair was tied back in a beautiful French fishtail braid, drawing out the best of her caramel highlights.



    James peered around the corner, his gun in his arms, all loaded. A huge black wolf stood on the street, his razor-sharp teeth dripping with blood from the carcass of a young human girl. What was left of her lay next to the wolf. The muscles in James' arms rippled as he pulled the trigger and a bullet whistle into the head of the wolf. He fell to the ground, blood pouring out the bullet hole in his furry head. James walked over to the wolf. "Might as well use it as food, I don't have anything else," he muttered under his breath.

    Black dots danced around in Brooke's vision, and her head swam. She braced herself with her hands, now sitting on all-fours like an animal. Her eyes were wide with fear as she wildly looked around.

    Aisling jumped as a bullet sounded out, much to close to her window. She slunk back into the shadows, accidently hitting a table on the way. The table had been set for dinner before and all the the plates and glasses fell, creating a symphony of shattering glass. She swore under her breath.

    Reaperr walked over to a person on all four. He set down a bottle of water for her. He then moved away, back to the fighting.

    Brooke looked after the man with wide eyes. Nobody gave water away like that... Why did he? Confused but grateful, she drank the water slowly, leaving half of the bottle full.


    Andy had a cut on his cheek, which he ignored. He stabbed another man in the chest and twisted the knife sharply.

    (Recap)


    Raimei blinked open her eyes. "Where am I?" She mumbled rubbing her head. Blood dripped down her face as she stood up shakily.