Jake raised an eyebrow, eyeing the guy's hand. "Please don't kill me." He laughed and grabbed Bor's hand, using it to pull himself up next to him. He paused once he got up there. "Why are you trusting me?" He asked suddenly. In a world where it was basically kill or be killed, it didn't make much sense that someone would trust him.
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Jake grimly shook his head. "No, you can't give me your food. I didn't really give up anything by giving you the peanut butter. I'm allergic to it." He grumbled. "I can take care of myself anyways. I have for three years now, I can do it longer." He tugged at his ragged sleeves, a nervous habit he had had even before the apocalypse.
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Jake hesitated before he climbed down after him. "I'm not really picky." He mumbled, looking around the living area that Bor had found. He shrugged at the question of raisins. "Haven't had them since I was a kid, but I haven't got anything against them." He said softly, staying a small distance away from Bor. He knew how it was with food and strangers. He dully remember to try and hide the hunger in his voice as well as the growl of his stomach before he spoke, but wasn't sure he succeeded. The last time he had eaten had been at an abandoned house a few miles back, having a meager portion of canned peaches roughly two days before.
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Jake quickly climbed back out without hesitation. When he got outside, he opened his bag and shoved the raisins in there instead of eating them. It would be better to eat them later, when he really couldn't go on without them. He glanced at Bor. "Thank you.." He mumbled tugging at his sleeves once again. He paused and looked up, catching site of Philip but not doing anything to show that he had seen him. "I never got your name." He said, turning back to Bor.
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Jake grinned and shook his hand, hardly noticing Bor's mistake. "I don't like killing people at all, honestly." He shrugged, pulling his hand back. "The human race has enough to worry about already. I've only killed one human... But that's a long story." He added softly, smiling grimly. He hesitated, looking towards the woods. "I honestly should go. I've been trying to get to New York, I've heard that the military has killed a majority of the zombies there but abandoned it a few months ago. It should be a good place to find food and supplies." He glanced back at Bor. "Do you... Wanna come with me? It's not really safe to stay in the same place all the time." He said, gesturing around them.
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Jake grinned and nodded. "Alright. Just try not to kill me." He chuckled, jumping down from the edge of the boat. "I suggest you get a bag and bring what you can carry. New York is still days away, so I'm not sure how many chances we'll get to find supplies before we get there." He murmured, checking the compas that was on his watch. "The reason I'm going to the city is because it's too dangerous for a lot of humans, or at least they expect it to be. That way, the only thing we have to worry about it the walking dead."
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Jake was leaning against the boat, a handful of raisins in one hand. He nodded, popping a couple in his mouth. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea." He said after chewing and swallowing. He quickly ate the rest and straightened, cleaning his hands off on his filthy jeans. "We have to go Northeast, which is that way." He pointed towards one of the only areas surrounding the clearing that was not filled with trees. Long grass that grew up to Jake's hip lay in a field for what looked like miles.
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I think after maybe two or three more people sign up, we can start!
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I'm going to update my character a bit, that way everyone else can see it as well :)
.:User:.
Username:
Tamwwyn
Activity/Muse:
I'm pretty active and my muse is about a 7 out of 10
.:Character:.
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Character Name:
Jacob (Jake) Owens
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Appearance:
Jake is roughly 5'7, a bit shorter than the average male. Even before the apocalypse, he was always on the short and skinny side. He never had much muscle, which hasn't changed much since everything happened. He has messy, long dark brown hair that he doesn't do anything to and sea green eyes. Despite his lack of muscle and size, he is very flexible and fast. He has a tattoo on his back that he got right before the outbreak.
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Personality:
Jake is extremely cocky and sarcastic, and although it's good that he's confident, it definitely isn't the most pleasant thing for others to deal with. He's very quick when it comes to smart remarks, but he's a good leader at times and is willing to follow someone he trusts. He is very selfless when it comes to others, even if he dislikes them, and he would give up his life to save someone else in a heartbeat. He has a tendency to storm away when he gets annoyed or frustrated and won't hesitate to show someone their place.
Weapon of Choice:
His Dual Pistols that he found at an abandoned gun shop.
Strengths (At least three):
Jake is very fast with his reflexes and trusts his instinct. He also knows karate, which is useful when it comes to fighting.
Weaknesses (At least three):
He's too cocky for his own good and believes he can do anything himself. His lack of trust in others as well as his selflessness are probably what will end up getting him killed.
History:
He doesn't like talking about his past, because even before the outbreak happened if was a sort of horrible life. His father left when he was ten years old. After that, his mother became a horrible drunk that crashed bottles over his head. Whenever his mother had one of her days, Jake would make sure to get his little sister away from her and would always take the worst of the beatings. Because of this, he has a bit of a hard time trusting people and almost never trusts adults.
Family:
His mother drank herself to death when she first heard about the outbreak, and he doesn't know where the heck his father is. His sister was turned about a year ago.
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Both accepted!
And lemme just say, PANSEXUAAAL!!
Most people don't really take that knot account as a sexuality UwU -
Sign Up Thread:
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Dear Journal,
We've been stuck in this superstore for roughly two days now. It really hasn't been that bad, because it's stocked with food and supplies, I'm just not really comfortable with these other kids.
Let me explain how it all went down:
I guess a bunch of other teenagers had the same idea as me a few days ago and decided to try and break into the locked down superstore. I mean, it's a fully stocked store with all the supplies you can think of, who wouldn't try? Well one of the kids, I have no clue who, decided it would be a great idea to try and slam on the door to break in. It worked, but it attracted a freaking horde of zombies that took no time to surround us. We tried to fight them off for about an hour, but there were so many that we all ended up running into the superstore and locking it. For the past few days, zombies have been banging on the walls and doors trying to get in.
None of the kids are really bad, as far as I can tell. Nobody has tried to kill anyone... yet. I just feel like there's no order, and if we don't start to set up rules and give everyone a role in our little group, then it'll all get out of hand.Jake looked up at the other kids from where he sat, leaning against one of the few walls that didn't sound like a zombie was trying to break in. Since the apocalypse started, he had tried to keep everything written down in an old journal of his. After a few hours stuck in the superstore, he had gone to the section labeled School Supplies and got a new journal and a pack of pencils and pens. With a long sigh, he stood up and shoved his journal into his worn hiking pack that he had carried around with him for the three years he had managed to survive. He didn't really feel the need to get a new one from the superstore; why get a new one when you like your old one better? Anyways, it didn't feel right to throw this one away. He had been through so much and the bag had basically been what kept him alive, holding all of his supplies.
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Haha well I would love it if you joined! I must admit, everyone here has amazing role playing skills and I'm a bit intimidated myself!
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Jake walked aimlessly through the aisles, his mind too caught up in their situation to let him sleep. He had found one of those self-blow-up air mattresses and put it in a little corner of the store near the Mechanics aisles, but he had a serious doubt that he would be able to sleep. Right now is not the time to be insomniac. he thought distantly, running his thin fingers through his filthy hair. It was a nervous habit he had acquired in the third grade after having to present an essay to his school. He let out a soft laugh as he thought back to that time, so much simpler without a care in the world. He stopped in the medical aisle, looking for some Zquil. If his mind wouldn't let him sleep, perhaps some medicine would be best. He definitely needed to rest and be prepared for anything. His eyes landed on a bottle of pills, very different from what he was looking for, but it still caught his eye and made him pause for a moment. No. he thought sternly to himself. He was in a dangerous place, and it was definitely one of the worst times for one of his old habits try to come back. He quickly cleared his throat and grabbed the Zquil bottle that he had finally found, silently leaving the aisle.
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Ooc: Um, well it looks as if everyone is meeting one another!
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Jake tapped his finger lightly against his knee, sitting quietly on his mattress with his head propped up on one scarred hand. He had seen a few of the other kids that had been trapped in the building since they had been locked in, and couldn't help the sarcastic thoughts that flooded his mind. Who would have a dog when trying to survive? It was just another unnecessary mouth to feed. he thought, unknowingly staring at a bag of sour patch kids. Although he loved dogs, he wouldn't want to have one at that moment. The pale skinned boy let his eyes focus and grabbed the bag of candy, opening it and slowly savoring the taste of a candy he hadn't had in years. Even though if was late and sugar wouldn't help him sleep, he doubted he would get any real rest anyways. He let out a breath of air, almost a sigh but not quite, and stood up. With his bag of sugary sweets in one hand, Jake began to walk aimlessly down the aisles once again, half hopeful of running into one of the other teenagers.