Posts by CallieQ

Jennifer || Casey || Cooper

[b]Nickname: Jen
Age: 15
Personality: Jen is soft and sweet. She loves hanging out with friends, or just being a loner. She loves music and art, and a firm believer for Animal Rights. She dislikes bullies/jocks/populars, and doesn't like to use "new" terms such as "yolo" or "swag".
Crush: Will Develop

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Eye color: Hazel
Nationality: British/English
Natural Hair Color: Blonde w/ Black Streaks
Favorite Outfit:

Accessories: N/A
Other: Nope!

Jen saw Willow come around a corner. "WILLOW!" She screamed in joy, flinging herself at Willow. "I Thought you were dead!" Jen gasped, a knife clutched firmly in her left hand. "The others, we were very worried!" She turned to look at the rest of the squad, gunshots pinging across the land, loud bangs erupting everywhere. "The war is taking a turn for the worse. More people have arrived, and they've got bombs!" Jen's eyes were as big as dinner-plates, fresh blood amongst her grey jacket.

"Wha-? What's wrong, Willow?" Jen walked over to her, her voice tiny and short. "I-if it's about me, I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me! I'm just very cold.." Jen didn't realize she was starting to stumble on about nonsense. The air was a bit a crispy indeed, but that was only because fog was starting to seep across the field. "Willow?!" Jen called out, the fog obscuring her view. "Willow!"

This RP is as it says. An Apocalyptic RP. Yet it's not zombies. It's the flu, influenza. A great famine has wiped over the U.S (If you've read The Eleventh Plague, it'd make sense.) A bomb caused it during a war, but the war is over now. YOU MUST PM ME WHAT BASE/CAMP YOU ARE IN SO I CAN KEEP TRACK!!!

PLACES;

CAMPSITE LOGS;
Alpha(0/10);
Leader- No one

Echo(1/6);
Leader- Kili Greenwood

Sierra(0/10)
Leader- No one

MY CHARRIE INFO; (If you make yours it must be short!)

Jen nodded and covered her face with her jacket as told. It made her hazy breathing it in, another member got spots appearing all over his body. "DYLAN!" Jen screamed, running over to him. He was writhing in pain, spots still appearing. "Go!" He shouted. "Just go!" Jen nodded, eyes wide, and ran after Willow.

Widow paced around a trash can, which was overflowing. She trotted over to the Tunnel Of Love and climbed into a boat. "What sort of foolish twoleg object is this?!" She hissed, prodding her paw at the interior of the boat. She shrugged, and soon fell asleep.

1/30

Tinder peered through an overhang. What are those things? She thought, staring at the unusual cats. She shrugged. It could be nothing. Maybe just her imagination. She curled back up into her mossy nest and started to sleep again.

1/60

Widow hissed playfully as she saw the rollercoaster start up. "I wonder what idiot is up there.." She mumbled, trotting over to a popcorn stand and leaping up into it, landing on soft and crunchy popcorn.

2/30

Tinder jumped up. "Wha-?!" She gasped, looking around wildly. She looked up to see Cinder Scarlet, a much bigger cat than the small grey apprentice sized she. "Oh, Hi Cinder Scarlet."

2

Widow lay in the popcorn, it's sweet buttery smell rubbing against her fur. She peered up at the sky and sighed.

3

Tinder stared at her for a second and then said, "Er, yea. I better be going!" Tinder gave a nervous chuckle, then dashed out of the overhang, her long grey legs running as fast as possible.

3

Jen nodded and took the jacket. She looked back at Dylan, face covered with spots, and laying limp. "Dylan's dead." Jen muttered, starting to walk away through the fog. "There's a safehouse I know of nearby. It'll keep us shelter from the fog." Jen continued to walk. "And don't worry about taking Dylan, It'd waste time." She said over her back, still walking.

Widow snickered as she saw Wolfflower clutching on for dear life. Widow pulled herself out of the popcorn machine and headed over to the rollercoaster, getting onto another car.

4

Tinder kept running and skidded to a halt as she almost crashed into Sandy. "Oh my Starclan, I'm so sorry!" Tinder said, shuffling the ground with her paws.

4

Jen stooped at the back of the class. She wasn't your normal High School girl really. She was more of your average nerd. She wasn't picked on though for it, and she didn't mind. Once her History period was over, she skipped gladly to Music. Jen sat in her normal spot, where the drums where. Taking a seat on the leathery stool, Jen picked up her drumsticks and started creating some noise. Jen was a natural born drummer, and one day she hoped to join a band. She grinned as she heard the rhythm of the bass drum, a heart-beat like sound, one that was to be crushed soon anyways.

Yea. I guess I'll start off... Wait, You're in Echo right?

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Wait no, you're in Alpha. So I assume you want to start across the rivers? Unless you're in Echo as a guest..

and thanks for letting me use your fancy template, dannyboi!

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