Posts by NotAMuffin

Lyle squeezed his eyes shut to avoid looking. He was ready now, he couldn't stand this torture any longer. Maybe he'd bleed to death, or choke on his own blood. Either way, the agony was consuming him.

I'm good with starting whenever :)

[justify] Juno strolled in, assuming position in a conversation she wasn't necessarily apart of. She had a clip board in her hand with some papers strewn haphazardously on it. "So," she began, not bothering to look up, "I just took stock of our remaining supplies." the words were dripping with malice for the bandits. Juno, or "June" as some people liked to call her, was of pretty below-average height with a stocky, but somehow elegant, build. She covered up with a tattered leather, chest-nut colored jacket, a black tanktop, and some loose-fitting cargo pants that she stuffed into her military-issued combat boots. She looked ready to go into combat. "I won't lie to you," Juno continued, "We're in some deep sh*t if we don't go for a supply run." The dark-skinned firecracker met Ryan's eyes with a betraying gaze of respect that said What now?

Erich clung to the wall like moldy paint, his arms crossed in indifference. The raids were a pain in the *ss, and the blonde-haired kid's annoyance showed in the glowering bandage strangling his scarred arm. The group could discuss and argue and fret all they wanted, but in the next sign of danger- he was gone. Or so he told himself. Erich, as reluctant as he was to admit it, was beginning to form attachments to his most recent companions and couldn't help but feel a twinge of loyalty to them. Erich heaved a disgruntled sigh before settling on a rusting table across the room from everyone else. He needed to think. [/justify]

( I get that it isn't perfect, but I'd love to join this thread.
Any input would be absolutely welcomed! :) )

[justify]

|☣|Juno|☣|Rae|☣|Martel|☣|

Nickname
♥ "June, Junebug"
"You do not have my permission to call me any of these."

Age
♥ "16^{[size=6pt]1/2[/size]}. To you, it's whatever the legal age is now."

Gender
♥ "Take a wild guess."

Height
♥ "So, I'm short. 5'4'' and not still counting."

Weight
♥ "Seriously, of all the sh*t no girl wants to talk about, this is the worst one."
"137. Shut up."
Build
♥ "I'm lean, strong. Odds are, you and me meet in the ring- I'm the one walking out. To even try to call me overweight is a laugh."

Personality
♥ "Maybe- Maybe I don't like to get too close to people. But, you know what? I'm loyal, I have a sense of morality. I stick by my friends. Do you?"

Health Problems
♥ "Unfortunately for me, I'm not one of the blessed few with AB blood. It's been declared 'rare' for a reason."

Strengths
♥ "Physically, I'm in excellent condition. I can fight and I'm good with my fists. I may not look much like a threat- but I assure you that I am."

Weaknesses
♥ "My eyesight isn't actually too great, and my blind spot is easier to exploit; my tactic is to hit 'em fast and hit 'em hard before there's a chance for retaliation. I could probably go with looking a bit more intimidating, too."

Weapon
♥ "Glad to know that I'm viewed as an ax-wielding maniac, rather than some second-rate, knife-wielding maniac. What the Hell is wrong with you?"

Supplies
♥ "Nothing of particular mention."

Fears
♥ "Don't corner me."

Family
♥ "Got myself an older brother, somewhere. If you see him, I'm throwing the first punch."

Pets
♥ "No. In my family, anything smaller than a dog is edible, so I tend to stay away."

Crush
♥ "When you spot someone who even ranks on the Kinsey Scale, send a signal flare."

Plot Idea
♥ Maybe she fights in an underground ring, winning bets and getting some pretty nasty scars? :)

Other
♥ In the illegal fighting ring, people believed Juno to be a boy. Not only does this protect her identity from the odd STAG member to wander in, but also on the streets.
[/justify]

Thanks~!

Juno nodded, releasing her hiking-pack from her shoulders and coolly sliding the clipboard and papers full of statistics in. "Lead the way, leader," she said with a sardonic twinge. Slinging the backpack back into place, the girl gave Kat's receding back a glance before saying without much thought, "Those marauders are still out there, sure she'll be okay?"

Erich lumbered over to Ryan, just missing Kat as the girl left. "I'll keep watch," the boy said in a thick German accent. Without a go-ahead, Erich sauntered out of the room in way for the roof. His eyesight was brilliant, and he wanted to keep his distance.

Erich was just making his way when he say Skylar. Giving her a courteous nod, he had no intention of stopping for a chat. When she bumped against him, he was about to tell her to watch it, when he saw the blood. "Verdammt," he cursed under his breath, not bothering to censor himself, "What in the Hell happened to you?" he asked, somewhat started. Looking around a bit distressed, he grabbed Skylar's arms to help her stay up. A slew of internal swears followed as Erich decided that he was cursed to remain sympathetic for these people. Erich heaved a heavy sigh. "Here, let me help you downstairs." Look-out duty would have to wait.

( He used a German cuss-word, whoops! >w< )

"Sir, yes sir," Juno replied sarcastically. She swung her hips and hummed an unnamed song as she unceremoniously shoved valuables into the bag. Her small fingers grazed over an old TV remote and, without much thought, quickly relieved the discarded electronic of its batteries. Into the bag they went, free to mingle with food and other necessities.

"Fine," Erich said, his indifference bluntly obvious. He let go of the girl and turned back, prepared to resume his way. "Just don't bleed on anything," he warned.

OOC: Dunno? :) Oh and sorry about Erich, he's not supposed to be a particularly likable character. I feel kind of bad >m<

"Depends on the favor," Juno retorted, placing a skeptical hand on her hip. "Wha-" a static-voice cut the sentence short. It was Kat. Juno quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie from its place on her belt and pressed the button. "Kat? Kat, are you there?" Something was wrong, Kat hadn't sounded too relaxed. "Sh*t, did something happen?" Juno flashed a disturbed glance at Ryan.

Juno stood there for a moment, trying to recollect herself. The Wall...? "Well sh*t, she said under her breath. "Well! You heard the girl, let's start moving out!" Juno slung the now-full bag of hers across her shoulder. She began to head for the door, grabbing an orange baseball cap that read "YMCA" before flipping it swiftly onto her head. "Where's Erich?" she asked, starting to lose her patience. "That idiot isn't still on the roof, is he?"

Actually, Erich wasn't on the roof, at all. He was is his room, only a few steps down from his assumed position. He crouched on the floor, busying himself with a tattered backpack. His gasmask hung from a belt loop, and his trusty metal baseball bat was fastened tightly to his back. Erich wasn't sure what he was doing. He was packing all of his very, very few things- that much was obvious. But- a torrent of thoughts flooded him. He liked these people, and he wouldn't be the one to let them down. If he left now, then maybe he wouldn't screw everything up. Erich allowed himself to drown in the turmoil as he remained oblivious to the mayhem below.

"Got it, boss." Juno rushed out of the room, just to bump into Erich on the stairwell. "Slow down!" he threatens, "Where's the God d*mned fire?" Erich gave an annoyed look to the shorter girl, which she happily returned. "Walkers, they'll be here any minute. Get your *ss into gear, and let's move it." Juno made note of his things- already packed. Juno's eyes turned to slits with suspicion. "Don't try anything stupid," she hissed venomously, jabbing a finger into his chest. Erich shrugged her off and gave a retort in German. But he didn't meet her eyes. "Ja, whatever." Juno whirled around and stalked off to meet Kat and the others at the door. She didn't trust him.

OOC: Sorry, incredibly low muse

Juno nodded, readying her firearm- an M16 Assault Rifle. She loaded it with a click, pooping the mag into its place and taking it off of safety. "Ready when you are, captain," she called, prepared for a bit of action. Juno wasn't too fond of staying idle for too long, something she picked up when the apocalypse started.

"I-" Erich lowered his head, avoiding Sky's eyes. He mumbled something before quickly turning away from the girl. With a heavy breath, Erich built up his walls and said with a harsh tone of blatancy, "It doesn't matter." Without any further fanfare, he slipped the heavy weapon from his back where it was strapped and went to join the rest of the group to hear the scoop. He gripped the metal baseball bat tightly, having a sudden wish to just sink into the wall. Erich scanned the group. Something was holding him back, preventing him from running. "Verrückt idioten," he said under his breath, not as an insult but a sort of endearing term. What have I gotten myself into?

OOC: I am so, so, so, so sorry! I've been dealing with finals all this weak and I had relatives over last week! Thanks for the PM, I'll be more active now!

Juno kept to the middle as instructed, arms tensed and gun at the ready. She looked towards Kat and gave her a reassuring nod. "We'll make it out," she said with a sidewards glance at the base they were leaving behind. The bags she had in tow weighed on her shoulders, but Juno paid them no mind. "Hey, boss-man," she called to Ryan, with the hushed tone demanded of by such a situation, "I'm itching to unload some bullets, see anything?" Of course, Juno knew the importance of conserving amo, she meant for the statement to break the eerie silence.

Erich, apparently not one to follow instructions, hung back and somewhat to the left. His gasmask dangled loosely from his belt loop, and he kept a firm grip over his metal baseball bat. He seemed distant as he watched the city pass beside them. Lost in thought, Erich paid no mind to the ensuing dilemma.

(I'm sorry my first post is so long- I promise that they won't all be like this! :3)

Erich clung to the alley wall like a bad stench to mold. He was exhausted- utterly beat. But he had his prize. Sinking to the dirty ground, the lemon-haired thief quickly dug through the paper bag clenched tightly between his calloused fingers. Inside were two small, albeit heavy, handguns- and a glut of ammunition! Erich let an impossible laugh of glee meander from his cracked lips as he enjoyed the high of making a successful steal.
"Well, you sure are chummy," a dark figure rounded the corner smoothly. Juno, a short fire-cracker of a girl with dark skin and hair shorter than her patience. Her round face consisted of big, pout-y lips and eyes like coal set ablaze. Without a word, Erich tossed Juno one of the two guns. She caught it easily. "Oh Hell yes," she said with praise. Juno ran her hand over the gun admiringly before she lifted it to check its balance. "This. This will be perfect." the girl left her place from infront of Erich and slunk down beside him."So, what's the damage, blondie?" she asked, meaning how much of their rations had he traded away for these? "None" he chuckled with a sweep of his hand in the air. "So, you stole them then?" Juno stated bluntly with a look of suspicion- but not disapproval. "The owner of these, we-ah -made an agreement," Erich said with a sidewards glance up. "Is that so?" Juno gave a half-smile. "Yeah, he looked the other way- and I ran!" The two cracked up in remorseless laughter. "Your the worst," Juno joked with a punch to Erich's arm, "And I'm taking these." She reached across the shaggy-haired boy and swiped the bag of ammunition. Tossing the remaining firearm into her companion's lap, Juno bagged the supplies in her small backpack before slipping it back on. "So, about toni-" Erich was interrupted with an explosion. The two sprung to their feet. "Grenade?" the startled Erich asked. "No," Juno confirmed,
"Survivors."
Juno and Erich ran in the general direction of the explosion. The two matched their paces- although Erich's stride was longer, Juno was undoubtedly in better shape, and had no problem keeping up. Only now did they realize how devoid of zombies the streets were- at least until they came upon the ensuing battle. The situation was pretty damn clear- zombies hoarding a building meant someone was inside. Without another word, Juno weaved around the fray, looking for an entrance inside while Erich covered her. The gunshots echoed in the once-busy city. Now its only inhabitants were the reanimated dead.

(Ack, I'm sorry for the inactivity! >x< I'm assuming they got away now? I suppose I could just have Juno and Erich find them? I dunno >.<)

Erich mowed down some zombies with a few carefully placed bullets, Juno at his back doing the same. "Save it," she hissed to Erich, "I see them over there." Juno laced a finger through the air as she pointed to the four survivors. Seemingly oblivious to their hiding spot, the zombies all but ignored them. Juno waved at them, trying to catch their attention. "We don't want them thinking we're zombies," Erich stated as he pulled a shard of glass from his pocket. The edges of what was once part of a mirror were sharp and jagged- but it still reflected the light perfectly. Holding it between calloused fingers, Erich shined the sun's reflection from the mirror over at the other survivors in hopes that they would notice them.

(I dunno, I feel as if Erich and Juno were to just nonchalantly approach them, they'd freak out. o.o)

(Sorry! My family and I went last-minute Christmas shopping and I forgot to log off! We got an exceptionally good parking space at the mall, though :b)

"Ha! They see us!" Juno exclaimed, "Good work, blondie." Erich received an affectionate punch to the arm. Staying close to the wall, Juno and Erich sprinted past walkers in an attempt to join the others. Juno ducked behind a rusting dumpster, and with a pop! pop! pop!, she unloaded the contents of her gun. Erich reached them first, Juno close behind. "What's the story here?" Juno asked as she stepped infront of Erich, taking the initiative.

Okay! I'm good with whatever you wanna do! C: Also, thank you so much for the accept! Can I start roleplaying? Are there any recaps that I need or whatever? Oh, and none of this junk has to happen right away or anything! :) And Redpaw doesn't have to be anything major, I wouldn't want the focus put on me. I'd sort of feel like a hog that way

Oh, and sorry about the theme songs (I have no taste in music >w<).