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go ahead and post em, they all updated and shiz.

Cannae wait to get started :)

Edit: Also I was not aware my sample was approved O.o
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My offhand comment about "since you're approved" is my indirect way to say it.

Learn to read my mind, thanks.

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I already do, this is jsut my way of telling you without telling you O.o

Edit: Like for instance you are now thinking about how ridiculous and backwards this comment is and how you will be responding to it.
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I don't think, l just go. Ride the lightening.

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I myself have a little quirkier of an approach, I ride the chicken.
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The Scenario:

The first thing Chris noticed were her dimples. She was going on about some sort of local music event but the only thing catching Chris' attention was her smile. He was a sucker for pretty faces and Natalie had one of the best. The best thing about being vain, Chris thought, was that girls could never tell that he was leering. Passing hours chatting with Natalie had become a regular event over the past month or so. Chris had recently been obsessed with spending his free time patrolling South Park Mall. The new girl Natalie at the mall's Corner Store had been a pleasant way for him to pass time. Several days a week Chris would wander the halls until he was thirsty enough to buy a drink.

Mountain Dew, a buck seventy eight, "Hi and how are YOU today." It had become so routine that it was practically religious. Natalie and Chris would chat about anything their minds could come up with. Today was February 6th and outside of the Virginia morning being a slight more chilly, it was just another day. The two chatty teens had been going on for a couple of hours now and the mall was starting to get busy. Most customers of the Corner Store would catch on that the two wouldn't break their conversation for them and would make their purchases briefly. It was a nice little niche for the two lonely individuals to have fallen into.

Chris was lost in the monotony of flirting with Natalie when he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. It was the unmistakably shrill voice of Jacob, the mall cop. "Excuse me, I think this belongs to you?" Jacob handed over Chris' phone which had apparently slipped out of his jacket pocket. Out of habit Chris immediately clicked it on to see if he had any missed calls or messages. There was a string of missed calls from his mother and even more messages. His mother was not usually the overbearing or nagging type of woman so this alerted him. He immediately began to walk away and dial his mom as he gave Natalie a gesture that he would be coming back.

"I have been worried sick, where have you been?" Chris' mother asked. "Your father is rounding the family up and he looks ill. We are almost at the mall so you need to be ready to go as soon as we arrive."

"Okay! I get it, I'll be at the food court exit" replied Chris. He began trotting through the mall, darting in between the various pedestrians. By the time he exited the double doors, his father's Silver Grand Caravan was parked in front. At this point he began to panic as the situation was beginning to set in. His legs began to feel wobbly as he staggered to the door of the van. The door was opened and Chris immediately collapsed in the back seat. There were bags stuffed in every nook of the car. "What's going on?" was all Chris could manage to ask.

Chris' father was an intelligence analyst that worked as a private contractor for the US Military. He was in charge of sifting through mass amounts of raw information and presenting it to the people that needed it. The type of sensitive information that his father handled had caused him to become paranoid over those many years. Chris' family had a contingency plan that they would pack up in their silver van and ride off into the boonies in case of emergency. Up until this day their family had never even discussed where they would go or what they would do. As his father turned away from the steering wheel he could see the look of fear in his father's eyes. The terrified man looked his son directly in the eyes and managed to choke out two words. "The End."



I want to go light on the bio so the details can come out through dialogue (which is my favorite way of story telling).
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Az, quick question.

Was there anything you wanted me to change for my characters?
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Name: Marcus D Charles
Age: 26
Occupation: 2016-2017 Tampa Bay Buccaneers Tight End.
Family life: Father/Mother/2 Sisters/4 Nephews. Unknown status.

Height: 6'6
Weight: 120kg
Blood type: A
Immune: No
Gear: Not conforming to the stereotype of football players, as a man with somewhat of an interest in science fiction and horror, Marcus has adhered to the zombie survival skills detailed by one Max Brooks. He carries a machete along with three water bottles (two currently filled) and enough dry food to last him a few weeks. In the way of firearms, he currently possess a Colt Python, along with 24 rounds. He currently wears a hiking pack to carry his equipment in, which also contains a bedroll and wind protector. He still carries his pads and helmet with him, simply for added defence.

Bio:

One of the few British players in the National Football League, Marcus grew up in the city of Canterbury. His father a teacher and mother a successful author, his background was hardly a tough one. Throughout all levels of education, Marcus took sport very seriously, preferring it over academics, although he remained very much on the positive side of average in that regard. It was basketball, rather than American Football, that first earned his interest, to which he played at a national level from a young age. Eventually, his talent earned him an international scholarship at the University of Texas, studying English Literature while playing for the Longhorns basketball program.

It was during this time that his powerful build and general interest in sport drew him to American football, or at least, developed his interest in it. Halfway through his first year, he was eventually convinced by the coaching staff to becoming a redshirt for the team, spending the first year simply at training, while playing basketball, before switching fully over to American Football when his second came around and he could at last play for the team. Playing two successful seasons at tight-end, Marcus would enter the draft in place of earning his degree, being drafted by the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. Earning a somewhat inflated degree of renown for joining the limited ranks of British players to reach the NFL, Marcus played somewhat above the more realistic expectations of his ability, although didn't quite measure up to the level of hype surrounding him. Nevertheless, both of his seasons were considered reasonable successes.

When the Rising took place, Marcus, along with most of the team, were away to play the St. Louis Rams, the public spectacle increased greatly in an effort to draw attention away from the impending disaster. What occurred instead, was a large mass of humans sitting in one place. It remains unknown, and likely always will be, where the first infected came from, if a member of the crowd fell to the plague while attending, or one broke in from the outside, but soon the stadium erupted into panic and anger. Marcus, along with a number of players, cheerleaders, staff and fans escaped on the coach that had shuttled the team from the airport, narrowly escaping both the zombies and the violent mass of people. The unity of this group of survivors soon broke down, along with the coach. Marcus again engineered a narrow escape, along with his current travelling companion, Maela Alba, as a number of players turned violent, the loud conflict attracting a nearby hoard. The pair have no idea if any of the group survived, but none escaped the same way as them.

Since then, the pair have been wandering, Marcus' brute strength newly developed affinity for firearms offering protection, while Maela, somewhat surprisingly, provides both survivalist and self-defence capabilities.

Name: Maela Hernandez de Alba
Age: 23
Occupation: Tampa Bay Bucs Cheerleader
Family Life: Sprawling Latin family, status unknown.


Height: 5'7
Weight: 63kg
Blood type: B
Immune: Yes
Gear: Composite hunting bow and quiver, with 12 arrows, trailmix and a couple of weeks of dried food. Like her male companion, she also carries a hiking pack with her, containing a bedroll and another wind protector. On top of that, her pack contains a limited amount of lighter fluid, unless she's given it to Marcus to carry. She has three water bottles, one is currently full, along with a pack of sterilization tables.

Bio:

Growing up in rural Florida among a family of lower-middle class Cubans (second generation), Maela, despite being fairly typical for a head cheerleader in her public mannerisms (high school Queen Bee etc) she was both intelligent, and had a less than usual upbringing. With a father and uncle who continued to hunt, both for fun and for meat, she was taught to do so as she grew up, becoming somewhat of a survivalist, even if it never manifested in her public life. A state champion in regards to cheerleading, Maela continued to do so when she attended USF to study Finance. Not entirely a prodigy, Maela was nevertheless a successful student, in most aspects of student life, becoming somewhat more open about the non-linear interests she possessed, still remaining very much a social butterfly at the same time.

Through the last year of her degree and consequentially completing it, Maela auditioned for the Tampa Bay Bucs cheerleaders, earning her place on the squad even as she earned her degree, for the present, sticking with cheerleading rather than going into the professional world of finance. Despite a mediocre, if improving, performance by the Bucs in football, their cheerleaders remained a particular highlight and Maela enjoyed her time in spotlight, even if it eventually placed her in one of the most dangerous situations during the early days of the rising. Her short-term boyfriend, a friend of Marcus', was among those who managed to escape with them, although more likely it was Maela acting swiftly that saved all three of them, getting to the coach in time to avoid being ripped apart, by both living and dead. Unfortunately, her lover was rather less level headed than both herself and Marcus, being one of the players starting to turn violent in their panic, and she opted to not wake him to flee with the pair. His fate is unknown, but after witnessing his stressed actions, she cares little or less.

It was with her guidance that both Marcus and herself located the gear they currently carry despite the chaos of the immediate rising, before keeping their heads low, Maela providing food beyond their emergency dried rations through her ability to hunt, while Marcus provided some much needed muscle and intimidation. Recently, they have grown close enough that Maela has began to teach Marcus how to survive himself, previously having avoided doing so for fear that he'd feel he no longer needed her aid, not that he could ever catch up with her so quickly, only that is how he would perceive it.
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Anima said
Please keep me in the loop about this as well. If you meet Az and Arlear before I confront them, it changes how I'll write in response. ...This is not a request. (COMPLETELY JOKING.)


Drummer Dan and I will meet up with you all after you confront them.
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..... Zach. Dude. You just found the most chesty latino lady with ass that you possibly could for that image, didn't you?
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..... Zach. Dude. You just found the most chesty latino lady with ass that you possibly could for that image, didn't you?


I've actually met her.

But otherwise, yes.
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0.o Interesting.
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I have a friend who's a model, so I bump into the odd model on occasion.

On a serious note, I picked said model because she looks how I would imagine the character, the fact that she's curvy as hell is part of that, but not the only deciding factor.

Just how in picking Calvin Johnson for Marcus, I've chosen someone physically fit with impressive muscles, but not just because out that.

ye get me?
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I get it, I just had to tease about the curves. XD
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Arlear said
I get it, I just had to tease about the curves. XD


hehe, no problem, hence why I responded similarly :P
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*Snicker*
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For the duration of the RP, I am going to imagine her walking around in that outfit with the white pants. Jon will have very little dialogue....

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Fuck that man, cheerleader outfit. Will's aim would be off all season.
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Her proportions are ... well, the picture says it all.
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*Meanwhile, I realize Celest looks at boobs as much as we do. Lesbionest here....*
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