Posts by harlivicious

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    Ophelia turned and looked at Valerie with a smile that said that yes, she [i]was impressed. She listened intently to the other woman, interested in how she got into engineering. "It sounds really fun, honestly. You seem to like it a lot," she said after noticing how Valerie seemed so connected with it.


    The blonde nodded. "Oh yeah. Medicine was the best thing I ever did. Sadly, I didn't go through with it. My parents passed down their company to me while I was in med school and I had to drop out. But god, it was so fun. I loved learning how to solve things, how to save someone." Ophelia smiled softly. "It was great," she murmured.
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    Ophelia rolled her eyes at herself before she spoke again. "And yeah, it's kinda weird how I loved saving people but then turned into a serial killer, but I just, I don't know, snapped and killed him, and then killed the other two. I loved saving people before all of that. It's hard to explain. My psychiatrist at the prison said it was because my stress was off the charts, which ultimately led to a psychotic break," she said, rolling her eyes. Who had ever turned into a serial killer due to stress?. "But yeah, before all of that happened, I genuinely enjoyed saving lives."


    Ophelia enjoyed the silence that hung in the air between them for a few seconds before Valerie asked another question. Looking over at the brunette, she answered. "You probably haven't heard of it. J.C. Black Co.. It's a crazy journalism company like Buzzfeed." A few minutes later, Valerie was grabbing her wrist and pulling her behind a van. A short, quiet sound of shock escaped and she looked up quickly and noticed the people a few yards ahead of them.


    Quickly formulating a plan, Ophelia looked at Valerie. "Alright, so it's gonna be hard to sneak past them, but let's try to stay off the road and on the right sight of the cars. Move quickly from car to car and if one of them spots you, just come out with your hands up and I'll come out and try to negotiate. If push comes to shove and they get violent, then we'll either fight back or run in the woods. You up for it or do you have another plan?"
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    [i]Who are these people? she thought, her brows furrowing as she focused, studying their movements. One of them turned around and she quickly ducked back behind the cover of the car. She heard a few heavy footsteps that grew louder by the second before they eventually came to a stop. Ophelia waited a few seconds before she peeked around the corner of the car. Apparently, the group had split up, probably to search for supplies, and one of them had come to the back of the car that Ophelia and Valerie were hiding behind. There was no way that both of them would be able to make it to the next car without him hearing or spotting one of them. Making a quick decision, Ophelia turned to look at Valerie and pointed to the next car and mouthed "go" before she turned back around, waiting for the man to come around the corner of the vehicle.


    Just as she had predicted, he came around the car only a few seconds after she turned back around. He spotted her, and before he could alert the others, she stood up quickly and put her hand over his mouth, wrapping her arm around his neck before forcefully dragging him down to the asphalt, putting him in an effective choke hold. He struggled against her, his boots kicking against the ground in a haste to escape, but Ophelia locked her arm and prayed that none of the others heard his struggle. Eventually, his kicks grew weaker and she felt his muscles relax. Holding the position for a few more seconds, Ophelia finally let him go and silently laid him down against the asphalt beside the car before she looked through the window again, her heart pounding as adrenaline rushed through her.


    Thankfully, no one had heard the silent takedown. With a quiet sigh of relief, Ophelia quickly made her way to the next car, resting her head against the cool metal as she tried to lower her heart rate.
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    Julius smiled. [b]"Don't worry about it, Madyson,"
    he said. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Madyson spoke up again. "Oh, I'm Julius." He awkwardly ran his hand through his hair before he pointed behind him. "I have to go before I'm late to class. What do you have next?" he questioned as he pulled out his schedule and looked it over again, making sure he remembered which hall to go on. "I actually have a medical class next."


    //oh my lord, I'm sorry for the short post and taking forever, but I've been busy all day
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    Ophelia jumped when the car alarm started blaring, filling the quiet air. "Great," she mumbled quietly before she turned to peek around the corner of the car at the other group. The collected look on their faces quickly vanished and was replaced with panic. Ophelia moved back behind the cover of the vehicle whenever they all turned and began heading toward their own car. She waited until she heard the engine start before she peeked back around. Watching them speed away, she waited a few seconds before she stood from her crouched position. Instantly, Ophelia reached into the back pocket of her jeans and pulled out a clip of ammo, handing it to Valerie. "You're probably going to need that in a few minutes," she said while simultaneously pulling her pistol out of the waistband of her jeans.


    The blonde pulled the chamber back on the gun and spoke. "If we hurry, we can hopefully get a head start on whatever that damn alarm attracts here." She held the gun tightly and kept her finger on the trigger in case any infected decided to pop up out of nowhere. Setting off at a quick pace, Ophelia made her way through the cars, listening for any other sort of movement other than her and Valerie. The faint sound of the infected reached her ears and she sped up her pace even more. There was no telling how many of them were in the woods on either side of the highway, and she really didn't want to find out. Ophelia knew that no matter how fast their pace was, the infected would eventually catch up. They just needed to make sure that they were far enough ahead of them for Valerie to have enough time to fix the truck. Turning around, she looked at Valerie before she spoke. "I hope you're good at cardio, because if we want enough time for you to fix the truck and get the hell out of Dodge, we have to set a fast pace."


    //ugh mine kept doing the same thing. i gave up and typed it all back up on my laptop


    Ophelia nodded in agreement, biting her lip as she tried to quickly formulate another plan. What had she been thinking? Running into a herd of infected was suicide. Dammit, she thought, the low growls of the infected getting louder by the second. Where could they go? Her brows furrowed and she returned her gaze to Valerie. "We could try to hide underneath one of the cars. Chuck said that he did it one time when he was out on a run by himself and it worked. They'll all go toward the car," she pointed to the car that was going off, "and we'll sneak out from underneath the one we're hiding under before they lose interest in the other one," she offered. They really didn't have much of a choice. Their options were limited, and she just hoped that Chuck wasn't pulling her leg when he told her about it.


    "If we run with that plan, though, we'll have to hurry with it because they're getting close." She sounded somewhat calm about the whole situation. Bottling up her fear had been one of the first things she learned when she went to prison, and it all worked out until this came along. Ophelia's green eyes shifted from car to car, hoping to find one that seemed tall enough for the two of them to slide underneath it. She walked back toward the van that they had taken cover underneath just a few minutes ago and bit her lip once again. "This one should work," she said, placing her hand on the side of the van for support as she got down to her knees to look under the van. "You up for a few minutes underneath a van?"

    //sorry for the short posts, i'm working on homework ^^'

    //i always typed mine up in the notes on my phone before i coped and pasted it but i don't think the same codes work for the bold and italicized options and i don't want to go through the whole post and find everything again


    Ophelia lowered herself to the ground and quickly slid underneath the van right as soon as the first walker emerged from the forest. She slid further underneath the van as quickly and quietly as she could. Her breath hitched in her throat as the growls grew closer and before she knew it, the walkers were slowly making their way through the cars and around the van. Her hand made it's way to the hilt of her knife, which was strapped to her thigh. She tightened her fingers around it, but didn't pull it out, afraid that the sharp blade would cause a glint from the sunlight and attract unwanted attention from one of the infected, and they definitely didn't need that. Ophelia's flinched when one of the walkers fell lost its balance and fell against the van, surprisingly catching itself before it fell to the asphalt. Please keep going to the alarm, don't stop here. Finally, among the deep, loud sounds coming from the infected, Ophelia heard beating coming from the car that was set off, and nearly sighed in relief when she realized that her plan had work. Despite the large number of walkers around the blaring car, there was still a lot more making their way to it. After they passed, both Valerie and herself would hopefully sneak out on the opposite side of the van and work their way through the cars without being noticed.


    As the last of the stragglers passed the van, Ophelia let out a short, quiet exhale of relief. Thank god for Chuck and his stories, she thought. Slowly, she gently lifted herself up off of the asphalt as much as the small space underneath the van would allow, avoiding the sound of her jacket scraping against the asphalt as she slowly moved closer to the edge to see if it was good for them to go. The hard rock underneath her palms irritated her skin as her hand dragged toward Valerie, gently tapping the brunette's arm to get her attention and a silent gesture that it was good for them to go. The blonde quickly made her way out from underneath the van, ignoring the growls coming from behind her and set herself in a crouched position before she quietly made her way toward their original destination. She kept on the outside of the cars, not risking the chance of one of the infected turning around. She let her gaze drift behind her, checking to see if any of them had spotted the duo. You're good. Just keep going.

    //yeah, that's happened to me, too



    Ophelia tensed when Valerie passed her, silently hoping that the woman was thinking more of stealth than speed. They didn't need walkers turning around and coming toward them because the bottom of someone's boot scuffed the road. Not bothering to keep up with the brunette, Ophelia kept her pace the same, being careful to stay quiet as she moved along the cars. She followed Valerie's path, checking corners before she moved on to the next vehicle. Within a short span of time, Ophelia caught up to Valerie. "Heading down the road would probably be safest, but I think I'd rather get back to the truck before dark. I don't remember packing a flashlight. Let's go with the woods. There's a lot more cover if we go into the woods, too, because I think that this was the last patch of cars," she said. The young blonde reached up and placed a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she turned around to look back at the infected that were still piled around the loud car. "The battery is probably running low. The alarm could turn off any second now, and the walkers will start to lose interest, so if we're going through the woods, then let's go." Ophelia looked back at Valerie before she started heading toward the woods, not standing from her crouched position until she was in the ditch and out of sight from the infected.


    //sorry for the short post. i'm working on homework and just wanted to get something out for you ^^'

    RAEGAN LARSSON



    I KNOW YOU DON'T EVEN LOVE THE SAME. DO YOU? DO YOU?


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    full name: raegan nicole larsson
    - nicknames - nic [nick]
    - pet names - rae [ray]


    sex: female
    - gender identity - cisgender female
    - accepted pronouns - she/her/herself


    age: twenty five
    - physical age - raegan has the physical age of a twenty five year old.
    - mental age - she has a mindset of someone in their late thirties.


    birthdate: september 24
    - zodiac sign - libra
    - birthstone - sapphire


    short appearance description: to some, growing up in texas meant living on a ranch and raising animals, but to raegan, that meant joining every sport she could enter in high school. with athletic ambition, raegan played soccer, softball, and basketball throughout her four years of high school and her college career. her love for the sports helped her gain her athletic figure and toned muscles, along with a nice tan as a plus to all of the hard work she put in. standing at 5'7" and weighing 121 pounds, you could easily assume that basketball was her least favorite of the three sports. With the combination of piercing green eyes and her soft, short, wavy brown hair, her mother always told her that she could stop a truck.
    - body modifications - raegan's earlobes are pierced, and so is her left cartilage. she has her grandfather's birth year (1946) tattooed on the inside of her elbow in roman numerals.
    - scars - raegan has a small scar on her left hand from accidentally burning herself while trying to get a pizza out of the oven.
    - faceclaim - daisy ridley


    short personality description: being self-assured, raegan has guided herself through many hard decisions from a young age. she follows her own path, ignoring rules along the way and going with what she deems best. this has both helped and hurt her, but it hasn't changed a bit. along with this, raegan picked up on being as daring as she is by hanging around ryan, her older brother. observing him on the soccer field as he made risky decisions inspired her to do the same throughout her life. "what's the purpose of living if you stay within your comfort zone?" ryan would always ask her, and she'd just furrow her brows and think hard on that question. the brunette isn't afraid to say what's on her mind, either. if everyone agrees with something except for her, she'll gladly tell everyone that she doesn't feel the same and generously explain why. she's also very overcritical of herself and sometimes others due to her fear of failure. everything has to be perfect.
    - key traits - self-assured, daring, overcritical, candid


    background: raegan grew up around nothing but sports. learning how to play from watching some of her older brother's games, she instantly knew that she wanted to be a professional soccer player. determined, raegan trained with her brother, ryan, and attended almost all of his games while simultaneously keeping mostly straight a's, along with attending practice for her own sports, such as basketball, softball, and most importantly, soccer. staying focused throughout her high school career on her future, raegan kept herself closed off to everyone else except her parents and ryan, the three of them being her support system at games and state championships all the way until she got into her sophomore year in college. that's when everything turned around. during one of the most important games of the season, raegan injured her ACL to the point where she could no longer play soccer, tossing her dreams into the fire. that's when the brunette fell back on medicine. as an injured athlete, raegan wanted nothing but for other athletes to be able to get up and play again, and as a surgeon, that's what she's guaranteeing almost every day.
    - birthplace - austin, texas
    - parents - loran and neil larsson
    - siblings - ryan larsson
    - children - none


    fears and phobias: atychiphobia, thalassophobia
    habits: raegan plays with the ends of her hair when she's thinking deeply and pops her fingers when she's nervous.
    mental disorders: none


    position: surgeon
    - strengths - knows how to stay calm in a stressed environment, good with patients, incredibly skilled in the OR.
    - weaknesses - gets attached too easily to some of her patients, delivering bad news to family members.
    - how long have you been working here? - raegan as been working as a surgeon at mercy crest for two years.


    relationship status: single
    - sexual orientation - bisexual
    - romantic orientation - biromantic
    - love interest - none. open for plotting.


    other information: i might add raegan's brother, ryan, as a character of mine, but i'm not sure yet.


    makaio

    I rushed but I'll be editing and making Erin's history and everything longer and more detailed but here's the app.


    hey, guys! plot with my lil bean pls



    ERIN "NIC" LARSSON. 20. DAUNTLESS.


    Gently rubbing her eyes, Erin grumbled and stood from her bed, quickly slipping into a tight pair of black jeans and stuffing her sock-clad feet into her combat boots. The half-asleep instructor ran her fingers through her messy hair before pulling it up into a high ponytail as she walked out of her room and toward the chasm to find the initiates. For some reason, all of them decided that meeting at the chasm was the best thing to do when they were waiting for their instructors. Sinking into her thoughts, the blonde sighed. Today was the first day of training. Initiates would be hollering left and right, excited to get their new lives started as members of Dauntless. Per usual, there would be a few that would think that it was nothing but fun and games, and they wouldn't realize how important the next few days are until after their ranks have come in.


    Coming to a stop near the chasm, Erin didn't have a problem finding Mitchell, especially considering that he stood out in a crowd full of lanky teenagers that had transferred to the faction. Walking toward the duo with confidence, she caught the end of their one-sided conversation. With a chuckle, the blonde patted Mitchell on his shoulder. "Now, now, Mitchell. Don't go around teasing all of them just yet," she said humorously, her green eyes gazing down at Raven before looking around the chasm in search of the other initiates.



    makaio