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Zombie Survival: Charshire OOC


Zombies have now arrived! 3 pages.. We need to have more fun .

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The day was bristling with the heat from the sun. Chris was in a music store, talking to his friend at the counter.

"Sunny day," Chris laughed, hugging the guy who he hadn't saw for ages, "So, been up to much?"
His friend coughed, inhaled some air and shrugged.
"Nope, not much. Just moved back from London. It was too busy down-" he coughed again, "There."
"You ok Mark?" Chris asked, concerned.
"Yeah," Mark made out despite a barrage of coughs, "Got this nasty wound on my shoulder. Nothing bad."
Chris smiled.

"So, any Iron maiden CDs? Korn? Guns N Roses?" He asked, and Mark pointed to the eastern part of the shop. Chris walked over and checked his wallet. He had about twenty pounds. He wanted to buy the guitar though, but it would cost about three hundred.
"If only something happened so i could steal it," he thought to himself.

He picked up 'Ed Hunter' by Iron Maiden. It had The Trooper on it, and he smiled. He loved that song, he could always imagine a war when he listened to it.
Walking to the counter, he handed over a fiver.
"Mandy," He said, raising his eye brow, "Where's Mark?"
Mandy quickly scanned the CD and returned the change.
"Gone out the back, he said he wasn't feeling well. Anyway, it's nearly the lunch break. Come back in an hour or so, i'm sure he'll be fine."

Chris collected his purchase, winking at the girl. Then he walked off.

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Emma had woken early, as she always did, and gone through her usual morning routine of having breakfast and jogging a few laps around the block. After that she had headed out on her scooter, dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a track-and-field tshirt, a light zip-up hooded sweatshirt over it.

She had arrived at work, in a clothing store in the mall, what seemed like an eternity ago, but in reality was only a few hours. She hated the job, but seeing as she needed money, she didn't have much choice anymore, so she continued on, smiling at all the customers despite the fact that half came in, tried on some clothes, made a mess, and then didn't even buy anything.

"See you later, come back if you change your mind about anything," she said through a forced smile as a particularly bad group left, leaving clothing laying across racks, off their hangars, and she went to clean up.

It also seemed that more sick people than usual were roaming the store, coughing all over the place, and she muttered under her breath about not being able to afford getting sick. As she finished tidying up, she headed back to the counter and looked at the clock, resisting the slight urge to hit her head against the register. Three more hours? You've gotta be kidding me...

Chris yawned. There was nothing to do in town. Sighing, he just walked around. He couldn't help but notice the amount of people who were coughing though. It looked odd, this wasn't meant to be. Most people were ill. Then again, that could be answered by the simple fact that though it was summer, it had been cold and rainy the week before.

He shrugged and went into the Multi Store. He wanted to buy a bandana, he didn't know why, but he liked the look of them. Also, he hadn't had one before, and it appealed to him. Walking into the Clothes shop, he spotted one quickly. It was completely black with two white sythes crossing in the middle. It looked cool, and he smiled. This was exactly what he was looking for. Retrieving the item, Chris held it in awe, it was the only one left in the shop, so he guessed that it made it kind of special. He fished out his wallet, and happily qued up.

After a whiles waiting, he came up to the counter. A girl with a badge reading 'Emma' was serving him, he handed over the Bandana.
"Notice that everyone's sick?" He asked.

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Emma continued to serve customers, having trouble with the barcode scanner, which had seemed half broken all day... yet another reason this day was taking forever. As Chris walked up to the counter and noted how many sick people were around, she look up and took the bandana, scanning its tag, which didn't work. Sighing slightly, she read off the number on its tag, and punched it into the computer.

"Yeah, tell me about it... people coughing all over the place..." she said, then shook her head slightly, Gotta seem happy.... "That comes to... 3 pounds, 57 p..." she added with a slight smile.

Chris laughed.
"Thanks," He replied, taking his bandana and hurrying to put it on.
"Does it suit me?"

As he spoke yet more coughing came. It was annoying now. He yawned and checked the clock. In half an hour he'd head over to see Mark again.

Sighing, he thought about how he could get that guitar. But he put thoughts aside as he returned to reality.
"Does it suit me?" He repeated, unaware he'd already asked the question.

Emma laughed.

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She looked on the street with her tired, green eyes. Her window was dirty, as was the rest of her small room. Down below, on the sidewalks and streets, many people looked sick, walking with slow strides; their heads low. The air about made her feel uneasy, as if something horrible was happening, and soon. But she was brought back with the sounds of smashing glass and screaming within her household.

Well, it wasn’t hers. This she realized.

She hoped whatever was affecting the citizens would get her parents, too.

"Charlie! Get in here!" her mother called, in her drunken, hoarse voice.

Charlie shoved herself off her bed and reluctantly trudged into the living room. Her mother and father were at opposite ends, and shattered glass decorated the floor. Broken picture frames, vases, the beauty of it almost captivated her. She tilted her head and stared at the floor.

"Tell your father he's wrong!" her mother commanded.

"..." she had to admit, when her parents were drunk, they sounded funny.

"TELL HIM!!!" another vase flew across the room and smashed into the television set.

"Wrong about what?" she replied in her dry, scratchy voice.

The man at the other end of the room laughed and spoke, "Mary, you and I both know I’m not the girl’s father."

"Liar!", more glass smashed. Charlie walked out of the room, "Where are you going?!"

Charlie snickered and shook her head, slamming the dirty, wooden door behind her. She stretched, letting the cool air hit her hot face, and unzipped her brown sweater. Looking to the left, her beloved pitchfork rested, and she curled her fingers around its pole, making fake jabbing motions at the air at her imaginary parents. She let out an exasperated sigh and laid the pitchfork back in its resting place. She didn’t know why she kept it, but it was fun to go in the backyard and swing it around, pretending she was invincible. She walked down her shacks steps and headed left.

~Might as well go to that clothing store and see how Emma's doing.~ she thought as she reached the mall's Multi store, greeting the others with a casual wave.

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Participated Roleplays:
Legend of Zelda: Joined Destiny
Zombie Survival: Charshire
Three Wings guild: part I - Sky
Wolf Pack Battle

Emma laughed a little at the repeated question, and nodded. "I think it does..." she said, then waited for a moment before nodding again and repeating herself, mocking him a little, but hoped he'd realize she meant no insult, "I think it does..."

After a moment, she caught the sight of a waving hand out of the corner of her eye, and turned to see if it was meant for her. Probably not... she thought, deciding that the day could only get worse now, after having gotten a little better with the arrival of bandana boy. She found herself proven wrong, though, "Oh, hey Charlie! How're you?"

"Bandana boy," Emma said, "Meet Charlie."
Chris winked at Charlie, who smiled back shyly.
"Bandana boy?" He suddenly laughed, "I like that. Suits me. Chris, the Bandana boy!" Emma and Charlie laughed.

"Yeah, i'm Chris," He said, outstretching his hand to the girl.
"You alright?"

The more people coughed, the more it got on his nerves, and he was trying desperately not to frown or hit the nearest person who coughed.

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Charlie laughed and gave a sly smile, "Afternoon, Emma, interesting customer of yours, this time, heh."

She shook Chris' hand and nodded approvingly, "Nice to meet you, bandana boy. And I’m fine, just stressed, as usual."

She looked around the room, walking with a slouched back and hands stuffed into pockets. It was full of coughs and sneezes. Just plain germs, flying about the store. She gave a heavy sigh and leaned on the counter, laying her chin on her arm.

"Whatever’s afflicting these people better claim them, quick. Id hate to get sick like that."

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Participated Roleplays:
Legend of Zelda: Joined Destiny
Zombie Survival: Charshire
Three Wings guild: part I - Sky
Wolf Pack Battle

Emma nodded with a kind smile... she knew Charlie well enough to know stressed meant her parents were to blame. She couldn't help but laugh slightly at the comment about the sick people, though. "Well, at least you're staying in a cheerful mood," she joked, glancing around, "No kidding, though... there's no way I'll be able to run at track next week if I end up sick like that..."