Posts by Devereaux

(Hey, don't worry 'bout it :) )

Feeling a set of eyes on her, Leah looked up to see that her suspicions were true. "What about you?" she asked up to Blue, hoping to sway the conversation away from herself.

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Lucas || Ryan || Zakim

nickname;;
Luke

gender;;
Male

age;;
23

appearance;;
Here's where it gets interesting...
Luke Zakim is an amputee. Where his left forearm meets his elbow, a dark, rugged scar cuts him off from what used to be the rest of his limb. Typically he can be seen with a hasty bandage covering the fairly new wound, but it has come so close to healing fully that it would be a waste to use up precious medical supplies on something so trivial. Contrary to what most people might suspect, Luke doesn't show much mournfulness if any at all for the loss of his arm. In fact, he'll gladly recount for you the remarkable tale of how it happened. But that's just it- all Luke's story really amounts to is a tale. Made up. Not real. A lie is easier to tell than the cold truth, and the young man frankly enjoys it more, all things considered. The true story has a much darker air to it; a heart wrenching nightmare that the young man isn't quite ready to bring to light.

All of that aside, Luke has a full head of short, dirty-blonde hair that he finds humor in spiking up a bit in the front. He has deep hazel eyes with a hint of gold, and sports a bold and slightly goofy grin that can't do a better job at showing his overall personality. He stands fairly tall at 5'11" and has a slim, but well muscled body.

personality;;
To say the least, Luke is a straight up adrenaline junkie. He always seems to be on the keen search for thrill in his life, as his restless nature make it hard for him to stay in one place for long. He generally carries an optimistic attitude and will never shy away from the chance to try something new. He is cool, confident, and isn't afraid to stand up for what he believes in. Luke is an honest soul and will tell it how it is- no lies or conditions attached.

Along with his amicable persona, Luke does have a bit of a darker side. He tends to get very defensive if offered help with various tasks. He's independent. He doesn't need anybody- are his two most common negates. While Luke has learned to handle himself well, there are times when the boy takes on more than he can handle and has no choice but to yield to the assistance of others.

favorite weapon;;
Dagger, throwing knives

strengths;;
Fast runner, agile, pinpoint aim that can prove lethal

weaknesses;;
He is handicapped by one hand of course, and he also tends to trust others too easily and is very reckless

theme song;;
"Tightrope"- Walk the Moon

sexuality;;
Straight

crush;;
None

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activity;;
8/10

muse;;
9/10

display name;;
Two-Bit

nickname;;
Eh, I don't really care. Twobit, TB, whatever...

advanced/semi-advanced?;;
advanced

other;;
My achy, breaky heart

"No!" Leah cried out suddenly in response to Derek's offer. She flinched slightly away from him. "No, thank you..." she corrected herself. Leah was different from these people and she knew it. The variation in the color of their scars meant everything. Leah knew the reason behind the phenomenon, but she wasn't sure how much she could trust these two with the possibly lethal information. She had already lost her trust in too many people in the past. "I-...I think it might be best if I kept moving..." she spoke with a unimposing tone. "It's too dangerous..."

(I've got a plot idea!)

Leah gazed back at him. He looked almost disappointed, and she felt bad. "I really shouldn't stay" she asserted, looking subtly over the horizon as if expecting someone or something to jump over it at any minute. She curled her arms tighter around her as the cold wind blew through her rustled red hair. "I don't know how safe you are with me..."

Leah's soft eyes lit up warmly at his remark. Had their circumstances not been so grave, she might have smiled. " There's something I haven't told you" she bagan, although every bone in her body told her not to. "...My DNA... It's different than yours. I- We were injected with what was the prototype of a cure. It's not a full cure, but it's close. It still needs engineering. My friend created it, just before he..." Leah's voice drifted off and she grew silent. Her mind wasn't offing away to old memories and nightmares.

Leah felt a sudden warmth rush through her body as her tiny figure was lifted up by Derek's careful hands. It was strange to feel human contact once again. It had been ages since Leah had last seen people, nevermind becoming allies or even friends with them. This time she smiled a little, and looked up to Derek. "My friend has a cousin. He lives a couple days north of here. If we can make it to him, I think he can help with the cure." she said hopefully.

With a soft sigh, Leah curled up into the embrace of a tree and made herself comfortable close by the fire. By now, she has finished off the generous portion of food Derek had given to her earlier. She closed her eyes and murmured softly, "Thank you for the biscuit..." as she slowly drifted off into sleep...

(Should we do a time skip to morning?)

(Wait are we outside or inside? ???)

(Okey doke :) )

Just a tad busy tight now. I'll start posting soon. Considering this thread is advanced, i think itd be best to wait until my head is no longer in the clouds. I promise I'll post tomorrow at the very latest.
Ma apologeez... :/

Leah stirred in her sleep as the sun's rays grazed over her face. She soon brought herself to open her eyes and stretch her stiffened back. As she looked around the room, Leah momentarily forgot where she was. But when her eyes rested upon Derek and Blue, she regained her memory instantly. They were hugging, and Leah began to feel awkward like she was intruding or severely out of place.

[size=9pt]"Come on you little zombies..." Luke uttered in a coaxing, playful little way. A broad smirk made its home upon his face, and his eyes glistened with anticipation. In the narrow alleyway between two multi-story brick buildings was where the young man had made his escape to, and just round the corner of one of the crumbling towers, a small mob of rotting walkers lingered along. After a breakneck sprint down Main Street and tackling a sketchy obstacle of trash and rubble, Luke Zakim was still breathing fairly hard, but he fought it well, and managed to keep his breaths near silent. Even the slightest noise could set them off.

Cautiously peering around the corner, Luke's ego told him he could nail the shot, but his gut told him otherwise. His chest heaved with every breath, and his hand which held one of the many knives in his arsenal was dripping with sweat. It would be a risky shot no matter where he stood. The late evening sun was directly in his face, his hand was likely to slip, and the leverage he had was terrible... but maybe...

Sticking the knife between his teeth, Luke single-handedly hoisted himself up onto the top of a nearby dumpster and peered around the corner. That's better. There were four of them,- it was clear now- four walkers lumbering stupidly about in the hollow streets. Their gaping mouths emitted a collection of low, meaningless groans, and Luke could smell their rotting flesh as if they were right next to him. Taking aim with his blade, Luke had his eye targeted on the nearest one. Come on, closer... he coaxed in his thoughts. Just a little bit- All of a sudden, the sounds of voices resounded through the streets. Then voices. The walking corpses stopped in their tracks and cocked their gruesome faces toward the sound, turning away from Luke's aim.

"Oh... sh*t..." he hissed helplessly as the small mob scrambled away from his sight, following the voices down the street.

"Yes, I did. Thank you" Leah replied politely. It was in fact the best she has slept in a long time. The warmth from the low fire still radiated throughout the small tattered room. "Did you sleep well?" she inquired of Derek and Blue both. Derek looked a little more tired than Leah would have expected.

Leah takes Derek's hand as he helps her up. Realizing that her hair is still a mess from sleeping, she hastily brushes it from her face. The sunlight from the roof shines down on her face in short rays, illuminating the jagged scar on her face. "Should we start going?" she asked. "We might be able to make it to my friend's cousin's place by dark if we leave soon."

Leah watched patiently as Derek gathered his supplies. The weapons he collected, which were once tools of menace and destruction, now struck Leah as means of protection. She was glad for them now. Glad for both Blue and Derek, who unlike her, were well practiced in the skills and strategies of fighting. Leah only hoped she wouldn't slow the two of them down. "Alright. Follow me" she said with a hint of confidence she never knew she had. They might just make it...

Leah eyed the whisky curiously, and looked up to Derek, but decided not to let it bother her.

(mini time skip? I think we should get attacked... >:D)

Leah led the trio along. They had been walking for an hour or so. The group was nearing the edge of the forest, as the trees and underbrush grew scarcer. Up ahead, the land was dry and barren.

The group approached a small incline of rocky terrain. Leah began climbing up the slope when all of a sudden, her ears picked up an unfamiliar sound. It sounded almost like... voices... She froze where she stood, eyes wide and alert with fear.

Leah ducked behind the nearest rocky outcrop. From just above the hill, a savage-looking group of thugs appeared. There were at least a half a dozen of them, and as they laid eyes on the small group, the gang charged for them, flashing all sorts of knives, guns and menacing artillery.

Leah's gaze was so intently locked on the rebel gang, that she hardly noticed when Blue slipped a knife into her grip. Leah held it tightly with both hands. She wasn't sure how much use it would be in her hands, but she was grateful for something for defense. Scrambling across te cliffside, she found a large rock to hide by, close by to Blue.

(You guys can roleplay the thugs. They're just NPCs)

Leah peered around the rock quickly, only to see the end of a rifle aimed for her. She ducked behind the boulder just as it fired, letting out a high-pithed shriek. One of the men up on the hill tossed a grenade down at the group. It rolled between the three of them.