Posts by Madrigan

OOC: One more final to go, but it's tomorrow. Huzzah for almost being done.

The smaller male's only response at first was a thoughtful nod. The last name might be in the police file. By now it was probably taped underneath one of the benches in the grounds outside the mansion, that was where Andy dropped off things that Grayson needed that were too sensitive to just be handed off. "Okay. What do you want to do first? You want to swim now, or should we eat something?" Grayson asked, changing the subject with a dismissive air about him, as if Alex's last name wasn't really important to him and that he had only asked out of curiosity. It might not fool Aleksei, but Grayson wasn't ready tp give away any more hints that he was up to something. Not just then, at least.

"Or we could just throw darts at my parent's paintings. I've always kind of wanted to," Gray suggested thoughtfully, a slight smirk appearing on his features. Okay, so maybe Gray had changed some from a year and a half ago; Back then he never would have dreamed of defacing his parent's property. Still, it would be fun, and it would provide a much-needed outlet for Grayson's building anger against his parents.

Leo Cortova

"Puede clasificar o llamarme lo que quieras," Leo called back, tossing Kiara a smile and a wink before nodding at Emma and starting toward the house. ("You can rank or call me anything you want,") "I'm cautious, not heartless," he told the new girl, his lips twitching a bit with the faintest shadow of a smirk. "But make no mistake novio (sweetheart)," he suddenly added, phantom smirk vanishing, "If you've lied to us or intend to even so much as give a member of this group a paper cut, I will kill you," Leo turned his head to look Emma in the eye as he said this, his voice filled with steely certainty. Then the intense look on his face faded and he actually grinned at her. "But if you're on the up and up, I'll be happy to see another pretty face around here," Leo laughed, opening the door and leading the way inside. A few people could be seen in the entrance, and they all glanced up and looked at Emma with varying degrees of distrust or warmth.

Leo nodded to all of them and led Emma upstairs to the bedrooms. He stopped at the first door on the left and opened it, checking inside. "This is a girl named Marilyn's room. I'll get you some dry clothes," Leo stated, smirking to himself. Marilyn would probably want to kill him when she found out he was using her room to house the newcomer, which was exactly what made this funny.

Leo Cortova

OOC: Oh, Leo and Emma already went up to the house. I know, my writing can be a little confusing sometimes, sorry. xD

Leo arched an eyebrow at her. "You didn't get any of our names, novio. I'm Leo. The black-haired girl out there was Kiara and the guy, the hot one, was Carter. Those two are the leaders of the compound, do what they say and you'll be fine. They're the sheriffs and I'm the deputy, if you like to think of it that way," Leo told her, striding over to Marilyn's closet and rifling through her clothes. "Mary's about your size, these should fit you," he guessed, tossing a t-shirt and a pair of girl's jeans at Emma. "I'll wait for you outside. We don't let anyone go anywhere alone the first day. Necessary precaution," Leo smirked at Emma and left the room, closing the door behind him so she could change in peace.

Leo Cortova

OOC: I see, sorry.

Leo jumped slightly when he turned around from the closed door to see Norman there. "Maldita, Norman, don't sneak up on me like that," he admonished, grinning a bit. He jerked his head toward the door. "Some new girl, Emma. I let her into Marilyn's room so she could change out of her wet clothes. Not that I was complaining," Leo smirked, leaning back against the wall next to the door. "We've got more puppies and kittens out there than usual, by the way. Be careful if you leave the compound," Leo warned Norman after a moment, a hint of worry in his eyes. It was probably just a small group of the things moving through the area, but a spike in walkers always made Leo nervous.

OOC: I know, that's why Leo did it. He loves messing with people, especially his female counterpart. xD

Definite work in progress.

Leo Cortova

It was such a shame that Carter was straight. Leo couldn't help but stare at the muscles in Carter's back as he walked away, not even caring if anyone noticed. Everyone at the compound knew that Leo was into both boys and girls. The Venezuelan shook his head to clear the images from it and sighed, wondering what was taking Emma so long. The dark-haired guy let himself slide down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, his legs sprawled across the hallway, so anyone coming down would have to step over him. Leo doubted that anyone would mind, they were all used to him parking himself in odd places.

Then Emma came out, asking if she had "done this right". "What, you don't know how to put on clothes?" Leo teased from his spot on the floor, looking up at the girl. She was actually quite good-looking once you got past the camouflage and her old clothes. Leo let his eyes wander across her form for a few moments before they settled on her face again. "You look fine, novio. Better than fine. How old are you? I thought you were in your twenties earlier, but you look a lot younger now," he asked, tilting his head to the side slightly, his gaze curious. Leo's natural prickly, distrustful attitude was melting quickly. Attractive people had that effect on him. His friendliness did not mean he had dropped his guard, however.

Yeah, I just read the rules again and I'm fixing that now. Thanks.

Akazrael wrote:

Definite work in progress.

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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-family:arial;font-size:8pt;][b][ NAME ] Christian Hallerton
[ NICKNAME/S ] Chris is the only nickname he tolerates.
[ AGE (17+) ] Nineteen

[ GENDER ] Male
[ BEAST ] Sabertooth Tiger
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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-family:arial;font-size:8pt;][ ENHANCEMENT] Chris' speed is the attribute that has improved for him. He finds himself able to move faster and faster, and, as a direct result, his agility is growing as well.
[ PERSONALITY ] Some believe that he best way to look at Chris is through his difficult past. Attachment and commitment issues? Run-away parents and countless foster homes. Anger problems and a defiant, authority-phobic streak? The result of cruel adults and never staying in one place for more than a few months. Cold, prickly attitude and downright abysmal social graces? The lack of a proper upbringing. All of these things can be explained away by Chris' tumultous past.

That's all bull. Truth is, Chris would be the same even if he'd been raised by the most loving family in the world. The young man is a difficult pill to swallow, albeit an honest one. One of the first things people talk about when describing Chris is his total, brutal honesty. He will always tell you the truth, even if you don't want to hear it or he doesn't want to tell it. As far as anyone knows Chris has never lied in his life, and maybe never will. On top of this Chris tends to be rude, abrasive, and sometimes openly mocking of anyone he meets. These are all very potent defense mechanisms that he used to keep people away from him.

Chris doesn't like isolation because of his past or his lack of real parents. He honestly prefers to be left alone to his his life as best he can, though, paradoxically, it's a life that he hates. Perhaps it's disappointment that can be blamed for many of Chris' problems. All his life he's been disappointed by someone, time and again, over and over. Eh, but it's not a huge deal to him. This is life, and he has to deal with it as best he can.

The guy does have some redeeming qualities. He has a bit of a hero complex, and he's been known to protect those weaker than him, often girls or less street-wise boys. The only thing Chris will say if you ask him about is that people should fight someone their own size. He also has a very strange and very complex personal code of honor that he adheres to without exception. Utterly reliable and completely trustworthy, if you manage to wrangle a promise out of Chris, he will keep it to the bitter end, taking some things to ridiculous lengths to avoid going back on his word.

Chris gets considerably softer with people who have managed to worm their way into his heart. He's always quiet, but with people he knows (and likes) he'll act more like any other soft-spoken teenage guy, rather than an angry, irritable d*uche. Very few people have ever seen the gentler side of Chris, however.
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[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:350px;text-align:justify;font-family:arial;font-size:8pt;][ SEXUALITY ] Pansexual
[ LOVE INTEREST ] Might develop.
[ RP SAMPLE (Not Optional) ] The music was flowing out too fast from the speakers, the sounds too strong for Chris' sensitive ears. He gritted his teeth and slammed his hand into the device, desperate to shut it up before his headache grew any worse. It took five or six hits, but finally the radio was silenced, and Chris groaned, not in pain, but in ecstasy at the sudden fall of silence. The dark-haired teen forced himself into a sitting position, his head still pounding... But physical pain didn't much matter to him, and today was going to be a big day. Nothing else mattered but finally getting out of this place that they called a refuge, a sanctuary. Today was Chris' eighteenth birthday.

He could finally leave, and he was never coming back.
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[ THEME SONG/S ]Black Sheep - Gin Wigmore
Pompeii - Bastille

[ OTHER/COMMENTS/QUESTIONS] I hardly ever see really original ideas anymore, but is one of them, at least to me. I love it.
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Leo Cortova

Leo chuckled when Kiara appeared suddenly. "Yo no quiero entrar en la sangre por todo el piso," he replied when she mentioned hoe she was surprised he hadn't killed Emma yet. ("I don't want to get blood all over the floor.") He rolled his eyes when Kiara mentioned killing walkers, he knew she liked to head up top and snipe a few of the shambling bastards every now and again. Although, he couldn't really blame her. Screw therapy, there was nothing quite like being a bullet through a walker's brain... Wait a second, pretty?

"Trate precioso, novio!" Leo called back down to Kiara as she vanished downstairs again. ("Try gorgeous, sweetheart.") Glancing back to Emma, he couldn't help but laugh. "And yes, Kiara is right, I'm twenty-one. Ever been an older guy, amor (love)?" Leo asked with a smirk. Some other members of the compound would still disapprove of his flirting with Emma, despite the fact that societal laws against under-age relationships has long since become totally irrelevant in this new world. Leo didn't particularly care, though. He rubbed some people the wrong way, and he was totally fine with that.

Leo Cortova

Ah, good old Norman, the killjoy to kill all killjoys. "Suggesting, novio? Of course not," Leo replied, his tone amused. He opened his mouth to say something else, but then he noticed Carter emerging from his room. "Greetings, o' illustrious leader," he grinned at Carter from his spot on the floor before rising to his feet. "Emma here seems to be okay. Whatdya want me to do with her, boss?" he asked the slightly younger man, cocking his head slightly. They couldn't stand around outside Marilyn's room flirting all day, after all. Quite frankly it was taking Marilyn and the scavengers longer than it should have, but Leo wasn't too worried yet. If it took much longer he might start to get concerned.

Leo doesn't particularly care about the old laws right now with Emma. xD

Leo Cortova

Ugh. As pretty as she was, Leo did not want to babysit a newcomer for the next few days. Leo sighed and shook his head in despair. "Si no estaba tan condenadamente caliente..." Leo muttered under his breath. ("If you weren't so damned hot...") He turned to Michella and grinned. "Michella, novio, Emma here needs a chaperon. You two should get along well. Enjoy," Leo grinned at her as he "delegated". Turning back to Carter then, "You worry too much. Your sister's a nice girl, she'll be calm and understanding," Leo replied, but the amused smirk on his face suggested he didn't really believe that.

Marilyn would almost certainly figure a way to get back at Leo, but he didn't mind. He liked driving up the blood pressure of some members of the group sometimes. It was healthy for them to take out their aggressions on Leo, who could take it, rather than anyone else... And it was fun. "I promised Kiara I'd help out in the kitchen later. Can you talk to your better half and convince her to stop conscripting me? You know from experience that I can't cook. It's bad for morale," Leo added as an afterthought, a glancing back at Carter hopefully.

Leo Cortova

Leo grinned and slapped Carter on the back before he left, a friendly gesture. Then he turned again to say something to Emma and Michella, only to see Marilyn climbing the stairs. This should be interesting. "Bienvenido de vuelta, (welcome back) Marilyn. This is Emma, she appeared out of the forest today and, like the bleeding hearts that they are, Kiara and Carter decided to take her in. How was your trip with the Basura-ratas (junk-rats)?" Leo waved in greeting, a smirk on his features.

Leo did have a tendency to mess with the girl, mostly because she was his female counterpart and he thought it was funny. Still, Leo respected Marilyn. She was kind, but also tough and capable. "Emma, this is Marilyn, the kind, funny, pretty girl who's clothes you're currently wearing," Leo added to Emma, barely resisting the urge to laugh.

Leo Cortova

Leo was so busy resisting the urge to laugh that he only noticed Marilyn at the last second. Even so, he was able to move to the side just enough so her foot caught his leg. It still hurt like crazy, but it not to the level it would have been if she had... You know. "Qué demonios (what the hell), girl! She needed clothes, it's not a big deal," he whined, backing away from the female second-in-command, though his grin didn't quite entirely fade. He rubbed his leg, shooting her an accusatory look. "Learn to use your words, you're loco (crazy)," Leo continued with an eye roll.

"I'm gonna go down and bother Kiara and Carter before Marilyn tries to murder me again," Leo added as an aside to Nyx, Emma, and Michella. "Emma, if you need anything in particular, come find me. I'll help you out," Leo also stated, nodding at Emma and giving Marilyn a suspicious look before quickly moving past them toward the stairs. He descended quickly and came out into the kitchen a few moments later, leaning against the door. This wasn't just a social call. "I'm not getting any negative vibes from Emma," Leo told the two leaders as a greeting, "But I still don't like it. If she found us here, others can too," he pointed out, earlier amusement gone from his voice, which was now more serious. He had no idea that he was interrupting something.

Leo Cortova

Leo watched Carter go, a curious look in his eyes. Then the Venezuelan made his way over to Kiara, picking up on what Carter left off on. "Marilyn intentó echarme donde el sol no brilla, pero estoy demasiado rápido para ella," Leo replied absently, his eyes on the cutting board in front of him. Chopping he could do. ("Marilyn tried to kick me where the sun doesn't shine, but I'm too fast for her.") For a few moments Leo hesitated, then he turned his head to look at Kiara. "¿Qué fue eso? Carter parecía raro ahora," Leo asked, sensing something had just taken place. ("What was that about? Carter seemed weird just now.")

Leo Cortova

"Estás bromeando? Chicos sin camisas y chicas sólo en sostenes? Eso sería una especie de paraíso para mí." Leo exclaimed with a grin. ("Are you kidding? Guys with no shirts and girls just in bras? That would be some kind of paradise for me.") The dark-haired man shot a welcoming grin to Elliot. "How was your vacation with the junk-rats?" Leo asked, turning back to look at the cutting board as he did so. He had no intention of chopping a finger off. He knew that the scavengers job was vital to their survival, but Leo was the kind of guy who made fun of anything and everything.

As for Carter, Leo resolved to keep an eye on the other man. Carter had been acting slightly off lately, and Leo knew that people could often go off the deep end in this life. Leo considered it part of his job description to look out for Kiara and Carter, because if he didn't, who would?

OOC: I know the feeling, I have my last final today. ;/

Leo Cortova

"Smells amazing. See, this is why I chop and you cook," Leo laughed, inhaling the smell of the soup. It smelled like... Home. The Venezuelan's smile dropped for a moment and he glanced out the window, a far-away look to his gaze. The smell reminded him, strongly, of dinners at home with his family. They had been here, in America, but they had always cooked traditional foods. Gloria and Benji were here in the compound, he guessed they were both in the farming area, but Leo rarely got to eat anything traditional anymore. "I think I'm gonna go swimming after the meal, if you don't mind, Kiara," Leo suddenly stated, squaring his shoulders and shaking his head.

His dreams of Olympic swimming were gone now, but Leo still practiced every day, as if he were still a professional swimmer. He had never swam for the money, it had always been because he loved it. The lake outside made an excellent place to swim, even though he did have to be somewhat careful. A walker had once been found in the lake, dragged down to the bottom by the weight of the water.

Leo Cortova

Leo nodded at Kiara gratefully and sat, taking a bowl of the soup and quickly tasting it. "Sabía que había una razón por la que usted mantuvo alrededor," Leo teased Kiara, his eyes glittering with amusement. ("I knew there was a reason we kept you around.") He knew it was probably rude to speak in Spanish when only one other person there could understand it, but Leo honestly didn't much care. If he wanted them to know what he'd said, he would have said it in English. Plain as that.

The soup was delicious, and it sure beat the crap that they sometimes had to eat when food was running low. Leo remembered one period where all they had was salted fish... For three weeks. He shuddered a bit at the memory and took another spoonful of the soup. "I'm organizing a patrol tomorrow to clear out some of the puppies and kittens around the compound," Leo announced then, referring to the walkers, "Anyone wanna volunteer?"

Leo Cortova

Leo grinned at Elliot as the blonde picked up his bowl, but the dark-haired man quickly made his way out after he was done eating. "I'm going swimming. Yell if any of you happen see a dead person after me," Leo called back to the dining room. He made a quick trip up to his room, changing into his swimming trunks and fetching a towel, before head out of the house to the lake. Being right next to the house the lake was in clear view of any of the windows, and someone was always watching, so if anyone spotted anything Leo would hear them shout. He had also taken his spear with him, setting it down on the edge of the lake.

The Venezuelan stood at the edge of the lake, on a small rock outcropping that served well as a diving board. He crouched, his head down, breathing deeply... And then he leaped forward, pushing himself off the dock and entering the water in a perfect dive. When most people swim, they do it for fun. They splash around and swim about aimlessly. Leo, however, was a professional back when such things existed. He swam in lines through the lake as if he was using a real racing pool, moving through the water quickly and effortlessly. Swimming relaxed Leo. He had always been nervous before a match, but as soon as he entered the water, anxiety just melted away.