Posts by AbnormalBehavior

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    Oh, so sorry! I didn't realize, but I'll just post it anyway, just in case since its done.



    [color=black]Finnegan Ramos//Twillow



    Oliver ♜ Sterling ♜ Stone
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    "I believe that death is death, unless its a sin ."
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    nickname;
    Olly or Oli


    gender;
    Male


    age;
    Twenty


    height;
    5'9


    weight;
    122


    strengths;
    -Cunning
    -Swift
    -Clever
    -Agile
    -Confident
    -Vast Knowledge


    race;
    Caucasian


    weaknesses;
    -Weak
    -Small
    -Stubborn
    -Reckless
    -Indifferent
    -Cold


    sexuality;
    Bisexual



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    distinguishing features;
    He has a scar, much like a large claw mark, running down his torso.


    eye color;
    Brown


    hair color;
    Brown


    clothing style;
    Usually a punk rock style with sweaters and skinny jeans mixed in. He enjoys wearing black and often winter boots and hats, being that he likes to be comfortable 24/7


    body modifications [piercings, tattoos, etc,.];
    Two piercings on his lips, and a tattoo of his sister April.


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    zodiac sign;
    Sagittarius


    birthday;
    December 1st, 1994


    personality;
    Oliver is very outgoing and kind. He is quite flamboyant, always up to something. It is actually pretty hard to know what since he has a face that makes it hard to tell what he's thinking, and he thinks all the time, about everything. Oliver isn't actually much of a troublemaker, as much as he enjoys pulling pranks. He is actually very calm and a good listener. However, deep down is quiet and doesn't like speaking about his family or mentioning his issues. He doesn't like to seem weak in front of his team, or look like burden to them. Oliver is always determined and optimistic about everything, being the one to lighten the mood when he gets uncomfortable. Finn can be serious at times, and its actually scary to see him narrow his eyes and yell, because he speaks the truth and knows all the right places to hit, eventually making him guilty after.


    history;
    Oliver Sterling Stone was raised in a loving family in a good part of NYC. He was considered a happy child who never cried, only laughed. He was always smiled and joked around with all his friends. When his sister April was born, he loved her from the beginning. They were extremely close siblings, and Finn made sure to always protect her from boys and everything else. However, Oliver changed when he started high school, becoming secretive and smiling less and less. He was being bullied at school for his appearance and so called 'class clown' getup. One night he had an argument with his parents and stormed out of the house in rage. April went after him and tried to comfort him but when Oliver returned home, April wasn't didn't come back.


    family;
    Helen//Mother
    Perry//Father
    April//Sister//Deceased


    likes;
    -Rain
    -Winter
    -Sweets
    -Animals
    -Nature
    -Sketching
    -Arts and crafts
    -Swimming


    dislikes;
    -Extreme heat
    -annoying people
    -Liars
    -Bullies
    -Racists, homophobics, etc
    -Violence
    -Cheese


    theme song [optional];
    Afraid by The Neighbourhood


    other;
    Nah, man


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    Jaime was still stiff with fright when Ms. Foker left the room, his broom shaking along with him. His duty of the ay was to sweep the remaining dusty floors, which seemed to go on forever. Jai moved towards Elsie and stuttered lightly. "D-Did you g-get it?" He said, brown eyes looking down, trying not to meet her gaze.




    This happened often with Jaime, not wanting to make eye contact. It was rumored that when he gave Ms. Foker the wrong look, he was put in the cellar fro three days, and he wasn't the same after, thus his stuttering. Now, the little guy was prone to any fright awaiting him, although he usually brushed it off, the dark was one of his bigger issues. Jaime was actually concerned when Ms. Foker ran after Elsie when she stole the cookie, hoping that she wouldn't be put in the cellar for as long as he had been.


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    "No, I'm not allergic to anything." Finn responded, looking back at Crash, watching one of his gang members come forward. Finn had always found it strange, how they had names to call each other. It actually made him feel left out when Logan had all his members around and called them their fake names. Logan had never suggested giving Finn a name but he had hinted it before. Perhaps it was that he wanted his brother to join him in his escapades, but Finn was afraid. The crime, and he thought of arrest was enough to scare him. They made it look so easy. "Why Crash?" He asked suddenly after the gang member disappeared with the money given. "I know there's a reason behind everyone of your names, so what's yours?


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    Finn narrowed his eyes at crash but shrugged nonetheless and then smiled. He looked at the other fully with is smile. "I like it, its good for you." He said softly. It was the truth, and he firmly believed that it was a good nickname for him, truly. For the short period of time he had spent with Crash, he found himself being less and less afraid of the young man. Surprised? You shouldn't be. In all honesty, if he had gun pointed back at his head, if course then he would be terrified, but when Crash was like this, he liked the male better this way. Sure, he was still pushy but kind in his weird messed up, but who wasn't messed up anyway?


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    If he was honest with himself, he would have said what a absolute failure he was at life. Unfortunately his stubbornness at gotten the best of him, again. Didn't listen to reason and landed himself in the city and was trying to get out. Park wasn't too tall, but was hella skinny, as his friends used to say. Note the 'used to'.


    Yeah, the world had down the drain, and here was Park trying to run from certain death. He tried to recount his steps to his safe house near a group of hustlers before everything went down. His breath was ragged and he was grounded. No way up. He looked behind him to see jaws of blood and saliva tearing for him and he gripped onto his axe, throwing it up high before it came crashing down upon the infect's brains.


    Park swore viciously and pulled it back out, blood covering him. His eyes looked wide and wild. HIs matted black hair sticking to his sweaty skin covered in grime and green eyes distant. Park was tired and he wanted nothing more than to sit down and have a large bowl of ice cream. God, what he wouldn't give for some ice cream.


    Picking himself back up from his latest victim's mess, he continued his running before his legs started failing and he realized he had been running for over two hours now and the sun was setting. That's when he saw the shack like hut ahead. Safety. Park breathed in and limbed his way to the shack, checking everywhere every second, eyes darting frantically as his sore legs moved forward. When he finally made it to the entrance, he coughed and pulled on the knob. Locked. He knocked three times, quietly.


    "Hello? Anyone in there? I need help, please!" Park called as lowly as he could, not wanting to draw the infected back.




    Hope this is cool with you....

    "Whoa, no need for that! The names Park." He said, moving the knife at hi throat away. He looked at the survivor in front of him and gave him a one over. The guy looked pretty sturdy and by how long he had been going, that was a rare thing and Park liked it right now.


    "Can I hang out here for a night, the infected are all over out there." He pleaded with the other, looking behind him to check one more time if there was any more around. When he saw a shadow move slowly from a corner, his grip tightened in the axe he was holding. "I'm lost and I need somewhere to lay low. Please?"


    Park looked at the guy in front of him and was surprised to see that they didn't look that far apart in age. It was nice to see survivors around the early twenties and late teens still going at it. It gave him hope that he had something going fro him besides death. And eh would get it if this kid didn't let hi in soon.

    Park watched the other go out and take a hit out of the infected and realized that, yeah, this guy could definitely look after himself. Park had on a grin when the other return and he began looking around the shack beforehand.


    "If I was, then I give you permission to bash my skull in." Park said, monotone voice taking place of his usual. He just thought it did whenever he talked about death. It was a solemn thing to discuss about. Just to make sure that he actually wasn't bit, he looked over himself and nodded to himself. Clear.


    Park let his gaze return to the other. "So, what's your name?"

    Zil took back his hand and looked at it for a long time, not really processing Jacob's voice until he as touched again with finger running through his hair, messing up its styled posture. "Uh, y-yeah! See you tomorrow." Zil called back and felt his lips pulling into a smile. It felt different to smile and he liked it. Really liked it. When he saw is parents again, carrying a bag full of groceries. His mother stopped shirt upon seeing his smiling face and practically ran towards him.
    "Zil?" Your smiling, did something happen?"
    "Yeah, you could say that." Zil responded and shrugged, taking a two bags from his mother's load and began walking towards the car, his parents sharing looks between excitement and concerned.



    Whoops! Totally lost this thread, so sorry!

    Park made a grimace at being called 'pretty boy' and eyed Crane evenly. "Its Park." He responded and watched Crane unwrap his bandages and examine his hands. Park leaned further out to see what the damage was and narrowed his eyes. Were they from fighting, scratches maybe?


    "What happened there?" Park asked, his eyes gesturing towards the scars and marks on his hands. It wasn't like he actually cared, but he wanted to know just who exactly he was going to be staying the night with. He understood the meaning of how they survived now, but still, he didn't want to be stuck with a psychopath. And he wasn't making such a good impression with his last comment, the eighteen and a half year old decided.

    Park caught the oncoming bottle and stuck his tongue out while the other was turned, just so he could get some satisfaction of undermining the older boy. Slowly, he took shallow sips of water, his dry mouth thankful.


    Park turned his attention back to Crane when he laid out the medical kit and he looked down at his injured leg. limping forward to the table, he grabbed the equipment and took a seat on the ground, pulling up his left jean pant to expose the cut open skin.


    It had been when he was separated from the hustlers. They were scavenging for stray scraps and food. The horde came next and the cowards left him alone, and he made he mistake of defending what he gathered when he knew it wasn't worth it. Just a few chips and half a bottle of juice. It probably wasn't any good anyway. He was running when he tripped and was tangled in the barbed wire and it had ripped into his leg.


    "Thank you, for helping me." Park said, his eyes focused on cleaning and bandaging the wound. He bit his lip when the alcohol hit his bloody skin from the pain, but it wasn't anything he couldn't endure. The last thing he wanted was to seem weak. It was what put him in this situation.


    "First of all, don't call me that, and your looking at how good its been going." Park said, his light green hues focused on Crane. He wasn't just some kid out here, he was considered an adult now, more so with the world dying. Leave the name calling to the eleven year olds, he thought bitterly.


    "What about you? By the looks of it, your pretty well off." Park deducted with a gesturing hand around the shack. Park could tell that Crane wanted him gone, his lack of interest made that clear and his blowing off of his thank you didn't help Park's nerves.

    Okay and his name is Miles.



    Miles chuckled and place a kiss on Blake's forehead. "Yes, I have classes today. Got to get that degree." He said, his smile remaining even after he was out of bed and getting ready. He took a quick shower and put on a pair of skinny jeans and Metallica T-shirt with a vest. His classes weren't that long today and he would be back near one, so he could spend more time with Blake. Miles just hoped that Blake would realize the financial situation they were currently in. Miles had brought it up on multiple occasions, but never really forced the other to listen. But his patience was wearing thin over the last couple of weeks. "I'll be back around one to cuddle with you, okay?" Miles asked, kissing Blake and waving goodbye as he left.

    Oops! Sorry, I made the mistake of joining too many threads that I lost this one.



    Mile's eyes widened drastically upon feeling Dominic's lips against his one. They were soft, like he had expected them to be, but they were something more. Miles felt their bodies pressing together and everything became white noise in the background. All he felt or wanted to feel was this. It was strange, he had thought he hated this guy, but when actually he had slowly been falling for him. Miles had to admit he had originally planned on using Dominic to get out early, but now the thought sickened him, he wanted to stay and he wanted more. "Dominic..." He breathed out, his arms wrapping around the others neck and pulling him closer, if that was even possible. "What are we doing?"

    "I really don't have a method of anything. Besides never really considered till now, since I haven't been in the city for very long." Park shrugged and felt around his leg, wincing when he touched a part where it hurt. The barbed wire really had dug itself in deep.


    "I take it you know your way through the city, especially with that map." Park said, looking towards the map in question and stood from his spot on the floor and packed away the medical kit before setting it on he table and looking towards the map. He pointed to a spot near the center where he was separated from the hustlers. "That's where I was left behind, traitors." He muttered as he thought of the group that had ran off without him.