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Mutants of Barclay

Mildred looked over her shoulder to see Maria standing behind her, wiping her now bloodied hands together in disgust. The 5'3'' woman looked over to Mildred before turning her eyes down to the carpet submissively and placing her hands behind her back. Mildred felt a sudden appreciation for her maid in her faithful servitude. The woman was too obedient to even look her in the eyes, how would she tell any of the townspeople about her son's condition?
"Come here Maria, I have something to tell you." Mildred smiled, beckoning her maid over to the couch with a gentle pat of the cushion. In front of them, Mildred's son continued to ravage the corpse of the lamb, blood spraying all over his face. Still quite horrified, Maria shuffled across to the seat.
"You do know, Maria, how grateful I am to you?" Mildred turned to her maid, her eyes tracing the woman's every facial movement. "So I think you should be the first to know.
I've been making some progress." Mildred said, barely able to conceal her glee.
".. What.. what do you mean, madam? What progress?" Maria replied, confused. She had a great feeling of unease building in her stomach.
Mildred turned her eyes back to her son. She looked at his focused, milky white eyes. His partially decomposed face, his cuts and missing skin filled with dried congealed blood.
"I looked into his mind a few days ago." Mildred said lowly, her eyes watering. "Like always. Like I always have done, every day. Every day since--" Mildred paused, searching for words. "I'm one of the most powerful of my kind. I can hear minds for miles. I could hear anybody in Barclay, I could hear everybody in Barclay at once just as easy as you could.. switch a radio station.
But the undead, I've never been able to hear. From them, I've always just heard silence. But I was searching through Thomas' mind. So, so deep. I almost lost myself in the darkness..." Mildred paused, now looking at the darkness of the room in the fireplace, lost somewhere far beyond the room. A few seconds passed.
"What happened? What did you find?" Maria pressed, desperate to find out what happened.

"I heard a thought." Mildred replied quietly, as if someone had their ear pressed to the lounge door. Suddenly, seven loud gunshots rang out into the night.
Mildred and Maria both stood simultaneously and Mildred wiped away a tear. "What in the fucking world is that?" Mildred hissed.

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@tcht - Eeek. The 'Queen of Barclay' reference was meant to be a nickname given to Mildred by the townspeople because she acts like a Queen. (And well, pretty much rules like a tyrant)

Mutants of Barclay

Name: Maria Jose Hoyos
Age: 52
Bio/Recent History: Maria is an immigrant from Spain who came to work for Mildred several years before the infection. Even after the infection, Maria has continued to work Mildred as a maid. She is the only person in the town who knows of Mildred's zombified son who is hidden inside the secret room behind the fireplace.
Ability: - Life Transference
- Life Manipulation.
Physical mutations:
Standard weapon:

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Of course.

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Late evening / early night.

You can make a post of what your character was doing earlier in the day, though. You don't necessarily need to interact with others in your opening post.

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i was saying it in reply to dragon and solame.

Yeah I think throwing a party would be a little boring. I'd rather let you guys find a good way to introduce characters yourself (and potentially let you react to newcomers to the town).

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lord in heaven

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Nobody really replied about me doing that so I assumed there was no enthusiasm for it. :P

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Everyone's accepted, by the way.

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The Mayor's Mansion

Mildred tipped the glass of whisky back against her now icy cold lips. She let out a shudder of pleasure as it hit her stomach, filling it with its false warmth. She focused on that: that feeling of warmth. The voices in her heard grew quieter, some simply more distant, some vanished completely. She took another sip as she moved across her lounge, filled with expensive antiques and animal heads hooked to the walls. She whispered a silent "Thank God." that the telepathy was easier to control as time went on, but some days, the voices were unbearably loud. And the more she focused on how loud they were, the more the voices grew. They screamed, their emotions pouring into her mind.

"At least the whisky helps." Mildred sighed to herself, placing down her glass on a side table. She focused on the large, ancient fireplace which stood as the centrepiece to the room. With a simple dismissive gesture, the ornaments adorning the fireplace floated away in different directions and the rug before it dragged itself away. With another wave of her hands, the bricks inside the fireplace began to wiggle. And then slide and spin, folding away into each other until there was a large gap where the fireplace once stood.

A hand reached out of the darkness and grabbed hold of the soot-stained brick. The creature within groaned and dragged itself out of the darkness, letting out a hiss as the light hit his face. Mildred smiled, looking over the undead creature. She felt sadness at the light hurting his now milky white eyes. "Come on out, baby." She beckoned, reaching out a hand. The creature stared at Mildred blankly for a moment before his bleeding lips curled angrily into his yellowed teeth and he yanked forward towards her.

Mildred instinctively stepped back, and the creature fell forward heavily onto the rug as his chain tugged at his ankle. The boy screamed and scratched at the carpet, his bloodied body staining the floor as he tried to writhe towards Mildred. In a moment, a lamb's carcass was on the floor in front of the boy. His rage against Mildred subsided, and he dug his teeth into the lamb.
"Oh, my boy. You were hungry, weren't you?" She smiled, taking another sip from her whisky as she watched him enjoy his meal.