Posts by MouseStripe

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]Rae took the money gratefully, shoving it into her hoodie pocket. She was planning to purchase the essentials - chips, popcorn, energy drinks. She also planned to buy a new game and some jeans... It had been a while since she'd been shopping. She would value this time out of the home. A lot.

Smiling, she sidestepped towards Miles and rolled her eyes at Lily. "Calm down, dude," She said, raising one eyebrow, "We'll be fine! We can wonder for a couple hours and meet here when we're done. We're teenagers, the mall is our safe place."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]Rae shot Miles a smirk similar to his own, grateful for the fact that though her feelings for him may not be requited, they were at least still on the same wavelength, "Miles, my friend, you read my mind." Ice cream. Why had it been so long since she'd had ice cream? She was really craving a mind choc chip right now.

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]Rae shot Wade an excited grin, "Dude, this is gonna be awesome!" She said enthusiastically. Her mode has elevated dramatically since they had entered the building. She smell of food, the sound of shoppers and the flashing lights that seemed to decorate most of the windows before her activated some childish part of her brain that seemed to believe it was Christmas again. She willingly followed Miles towards the directory and studied it for a few seconds before locating the Game Stop.

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]Erin was pissed. Erin was scared. Erin stank. All she'd wanted was to come on a nice fun family vacation with her stupid dad and her stupid brother, and now look at the mess she was stuck in. Then everything had gone to shit. Flying dinosaurs everywhere. People being trampled. Everybody leaving. She'd been separated from her father and brother pretty early on and assumed that, like everybody else, thy had evacuated the island.

Of course, that had all happened five days before. Now, dirty, scared and bruised, Erin was left to wonder the park aimlessly, snacking on chocolate bars and praying to god that each time one of those stupid overgrown lizards showed their face it was a herbivore. Nothing had tried to eat her so far, but she did have a rather nasty cut running up the side of her leg she had obtained when she'd tripped and fallen into a rather sharp area of foliage.

The sound of... A gunshot..? now caught the teenager's attention. Then male voices, followed by a third, female one. She halted her tired trudging through the brush and crouched low. It had to be a hallucination. The five days of loneliness had driven her insane sooner than she had expected. And yet... "Hello?" She called out, her voice hoarse from the days of underuse.

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]Rae beamed widely at the man behind the ice-cream counter, who, in all honesty, looked as if he would be better suited to selling cardboard boxes or shoelaces than the sweet frozen dessert children longed for. She never got ice cream and was going to take full advantage of the opportunity, "Can I please have a double mint-choc-chip come with chocolate sauce and chocolate sprinkles? Thank you!"

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]Rae watched all this happen with an expression of pure hopelessness on her face. She'd tried to fight. Fire had flown this way and that, setting several stores including the ice-cream stall alight, and when Miles had been dragged away she'd freaked out, lighting several people aflame and probably killing at least two of them. They deserved it. They couldn't just come in here and try to take them away like this.

And then they were gone, and Rae was left standing in the middle of a deserted mall. People had fled as soon as she'd started using her powers, and who could blame them? Tears rose from her cheeks in small threads of steam; her body was still practically on fire. Defeated, she fell to the ground, bringing her knees to her chest, and began to gently sob into her arms.

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]Rae whimpered and gave a shaky gasp when Bella's voice filled her mind. "B-Bella?" She spoke aloud, though she was aware by what means the older girl was contacting her, "Where are you?"

Rae's head snapped up when she heard the sound of two male voices from around the corner. They were back. Gimme a sec, Bella, She thought, I got to take care of something. As the men rounded the corner a jet of fire met them.

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]Rae was struggling. The men's armour seemed to give them a small amount of protection from her flames. Not a lot, but enough to keep them firing at her. I gotta go hotter... Her muscles burned with the effort of generating impossible levels of heat and she was beginning to feel the fatigue it brought on, but it was working.

Then the bullet hit her. It took her by surprise, ripping through her shoulder at twice the speed of sound, knocking her to the ground and reducing her fire to a small flame at the end of her fingers. Cursing, she tried and failed to stand. Blood covered her left torso, slowly but surely soaking the ground beneath her collapsed form.

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]Rae grunted in pain, almost yelling out when the man who had shot her roughly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go, kid," He growled, roughly handcuffing her and pushing her towards the exit. She moved slowly, out of stubbornness and fatigue. She was in a lot of pain, and was bleeding heavily.

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Username
;; potachel
Nickname
;; "Nobody really calls me anything except Erin."
Age
;; "None of your f*cking business!" Thirteen
Height
;; "Short." 5'2"
Build
;; "Uhm..." Naturally curvy with strong, muscle-toned limbs
Personality
;; "How am I supposed to tell you that?" Though slightly immature in character when Erin is in a relaxed environment, she knows how to survive and will do anything to do just that. She has grown tough and almost indifferent to her circumstances. The zombie apocalypse has happened and she has learnt to live with it. You gotta do what you gotta do. However, the relationships she develops with the people she travels with will be held onto for dear life. Erin values loyalty above all else and will defend those she cares about to the bitter end.
Erin is known amongst the members of the group to be small, but feisty. She has a short temper and a foul mouth, and isn't afraid to challenge those who disagree with her views and opinions, which she will defend with honour. She can be defiant, sassy and downright insolent at times, especially when she feels something is unfair, and due to her hatred for authority, has a rebellious streak which often leads her to break rules and disobey orders purely for the sake of doing so.
One of Erin's most prominent traits is her unwavering bravery. She often claims to be fearless and even those who take the time to know her aren't convinced this is untrue. She puts up a hard shell and hides her fears whilst other secrets are spoken of confidently and dauntlessly. However, Erin's brave nature often leads to her acting recklessly and carelessly. Her decisions are most often than not made on pure impulse, and she neve thinks before acting. This devil-may-care nature not only gets her into frequent trouble but often endangers the lives of those she would go to the grave defending.
History
;; Erin grew up in the north of Britain where she had a fairly average life. Her mother was a well-known Olympic horse-rider and so Erin naturally followed in her footsteps.
Former Occupation
;; "I wasn't even in high school yet." Middle school student
Transportation
;; "I cycle." Erin has a bike she uses to get around on
Items on Hand
;; "Just my bag and my bat." Erin wears a backpack in which she carries: a litre bottle of water, which she regularly fills from natural water sources; a Swiss Army knife; several chocolate bars; a bottle of pain killers; a photo of her and her sister; an iPod, the battery of which has long since run dry. She carries a baseball bat which serves as her only weapon.
Relationships
;; "Uhm... I don't know..." She isn't the most trusting and doesn't really do relationships, but she cares a lot about her comrades.
Anything to Add
;; "Not really." Nope
Plot Ideas?
;; Shw could maybe get killed at some point
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]Rae turned her head slightly towards where a lot of noise apparently came from. She assumed she would see the others fighting off similar men to the one who had captured her. What instead met her eyes sent an energy she had forgotten coursing through her body. "Charlie!" She screamed over the sound of the burning and crumbling rubble, "Bella! Charlie!" Heat moved to her left hand, as her right was, for now, rendered useless. Her hot skin melted through the left cuff, burning her right wrist badly but freeing her of the restraint.

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]The man who had been holding the teenager close to him recoiled as the head from Rae's handcuffs burnt his hands badly. The girl herself began a wounded jog towards her guardian, clutching her wounded shoulder. When she reached him she wrapped her arms around his midsection and began to sob gently into the fabric of his shirt. "Ch-Charlie... They took everyone..."

[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]When the bruised and battered group arrived at the house, Rae didn't waste any time in rushing to the bathroom and throwing up violently into the toilet. Her shoulder burned in pain but the bleeding was somewhat slowed by the towel she had pressed hard against it.

(Rough ; school)