Alarieth

Katawa Shoujo (Disabled students RP)

I just let sakura bump into a random person, anyone that wants to interact Ith her can be that person.

Walking Dead rp

I posted! Yay me! \o/

Katawa Shoujo (Disabled students RP)

@ Nrtashi It'd b the same teachers, I forgot the exact name of the science tutor so I haven't included it (because lollazy). The nurse and the art teacher would be the same too, but I'd rather not have any other canon characters around (too much). The science teacher isn't their homeroom teacher though, I'll introduce that npc at a later date.

Walking Dead rp

Damian - Rooftop, way back to the church - Holly, Rob
Damian briefly looked at Holly as if she was stupid, clearing the entire city seemed like a hopelessly naïve goal. While he wasn't aware of how many people New Orleans had originally inhabitated, he was certain it would take far too long to clear out every single walker in the streets, there were tens, hundreds of thousands by his rough estimate, nearly every inhabitant of the city had turned. Those that hadn't provedan even greater threat, he was sure that there'd be several survivors wiling to stand in their way. He sighed and shook his head.
"I've only managed to haul one matress up there, I prefer to sleep off of the grond level, makes it harder for walkers to reach you if they'd managed to get in. The windows of the chruch have been boarded up, but it's not guarantee. There should be enough cushions from the benches and maybe even an odd blanket around if you care to look hard enough."
He didn't bother to wait for Holly to head down the ladder herself, like so many other things these days, chivalry was truly dead. Not that Damian had ever truly ben introduced to the idea of chivalry properly even before everything went to hell, but had he bee, there was little doubt that there'd be nothing left of it by now from surviving in such a harsh an lethal environment.

Admittedly, he wasn't overly excited about peple feasting on his supplies and sleeping under the same roof as him if they proved to be dishonest, but a life without human interaction was hardly a life at all, so he made his peace with it for the time being, he could always change his mind afterwards. Taking the lead, he walked off briskly in the direction of the church, trusting Holly and Rob to follow close behind. He had learned that standing still too long with your back exposed o walking too slowly left oyu an easy talking for a walker that thought your neck was a tasty bit of meat. It was safer now with someone watching his back now, he realised, another benefit of a group, he supposed.
His route took them through as much back alleys as he could, The streets were still infested, and there was less chance of walking into a zombie where normally humans wouldn't wander as much either.

A walker that looked as if he could have been Damian's grandfather if his face wasn't crawling with maggots groaned up from behind a dumpster as he spotted the group heading towards him, but with one blade stabbed into his sternum to keep his grasping arms at bay, and the other blade brought in a firm horizontal slash that seperated half of skull from his jaw, Damian made short work of him, at the expense of getting some disgustingly smelling, caked dead man's blood on his shirt though, at which he grunted in dismay.

Before he managed to reflect on this however, his thoughts were interrupted by a gunshot, coming straight from the direction of the church. "Damn it! He cursed, bursting into a jog to traverse the last distance before the church came into view. He was only just in time to see the group of raiders slam open the doors and head inside, blasting at everything that might have been there. Damian supposed he had to count himself lucky that he hadn't been there when the raiders began. As good as his swords were against walkers, they weren't as effective against guns. His throwing knives might prove better, but it still wasn't the same as a gun. Up until now, he had always aoided other survivors or the ones that he hadn't been able to avoid didn't have guns. Now he knew where they all went. Keeping his voice down, Damian cursed several more times, unable to have done a headcount of the raiders even. All of my things are in there, things I worked months to gather! He gestured angrily with the tip of his bloodied blade towards the entrance of the church, glancing over his shoulder towards Rob and Holly to read their expressions and opinions. Grimacing, he looked back towards the bell tower,where a person was making a lot of noise towards them.If they could hear him, the raiders probably too. in Damian's mind he was little better than the raiders though, he too had been in his hideout, probably stealing his things. There was no telling on how many walkers would be attracted to so many gunfire and shouting either. This was bad.

Walking Dead rp

xcalx1dw said
Wait, Were Rob,Holly and Damian heading to the bell tower, so surely they shouldn't be affected by this. They might see it but they would be far away....I think right

That's what I thought too, they'd be close enough to hear the gunshots I'd say, but not close enough to be talked to, and i think Rob is down on the ground, rather than on a tower.

Walking Dead rp

So I'm not entirely certain who Brandon is addressing either...

Katawa Shoujo (Disabled students RP)

And with that, I release you upon Yamaku! o7

@Warrior in the Darkness: Sorry to see you go.

@Rafale: Not an issue at all! Don't worry!

Katawa Shoujo (Disabled students RP)

Idly watching a cloud flutter by, Sakura absentmindedly twirled the end of her pencil around in between her lips, only catching a few fragments of what the tutor at the front was jammering on about. He was ging on about a sbject she had read about earlier: the arrangement of atoms into molecules and the powers that kept them together. It was a pity she wasn't seated directly next to the windows, perhaps whoever the teacher had even taken this into account, making sure that those most easily prone to distraction weren't directly next to the alluring sight of the skies and the lush, green grounds of Yamaku. Instead, Sakura was seated two rows away from the windows, relatively in the middle of the classroom, near the back. The strategic placing had not been lost on her, no doubt the tall people were arranged near the back to ensure a an undeterred learning process for everyone else. That was one of her main issues with Yamaku. As much as it attempted to look as normal as it possibly could, liek a regular school, everything was calculated a little too extensively, from the millimeter cut grass to the accurately proportioned food that they served in the cafeteria for the students that had to take care of what they ate. The nurse had advised her to take eat meals high on proteine to ensure she'd gain weight and muscles swiftly, but Sakura just ate what she pleased.

Finally, the bell rang, prompting every student to pass a collective sigh of relief. Somehow most people seemed to grew sleepier and sleepier towards the end of the schoolday, only to suddenly get injected by a burst of energy the moment the bell sounded their release from the confines of the classroom to enjoy the rest of the pleasant spring day it seemed to be turning out to become. "I'll be expecting exercises one to fifteen made by tomorrow, and don't forget to work on your paper on ions, which is due next week." The teacher managed to call out over the noise of everyone scrambling their things together into their backpacks, which added the simultanious, agonised groan of several less motivated students. While Sakura had been a classmember since the beginning of the year, she hadn't exactly made a whole lot of friends yet, no doubt in no small part related to her more softspoken nature. However, she had to admit that she was a little more apprehensive than she had initially anticipated. Many of the students were, in lack of a better word, weird, and that was the polite way of putting it. Obviously she had expected many students to be weird in their outwards appearance, but she had not perpared for the many quirky, if not outright odd personalities that some seemed to have, as had been proven by their antics in and out of class from what interactions she had had with them before.

With a little reluctance, Sakura scooped up her own things and dumped them into her bag which lacked any sort of order, her cane too, she reluctantly picked up. She supposed it wouldn't be accepted to try out a seat near the window and continue her train of thought. Rather recently, se had read a book about a castle in the sky, which made her pause to wonder at nearly every cloud that floated by, imagining by their shape what the arcitecture of the castle was and to which culture it belonged. Japanese, steampunk, european, african, wooden, stone, metal, ... She had even imagined how when two castles clashed together they had interactions with each other, thunder and lightning being the effect of the wars fought in between and the rain were the falling tears of its inhabitants.

It was only when she bumped into someone, hard, that she even realised that she had already left the classroom a while ago, her legs had carried her out of instinct towards the library, where she spent most of her time these days. The collision was not soft, her long legs carried her with such an increased speed these days that was hard to get used to. The downside was though, that she quickly lost her balance as well, which happened right now. Staggering backwards, her long arms flailed in the air like a drunk helicopter for a moment, almost claiming the eyes or noses from anyone standing too close. With a loud "Ouf!" She landed on her bum, quite confused and disoriented for a moment before she realised that what she had smashed into had been too soft for a wall or a pole, and had to be either a lifesized cushion, or a person. While cushions couldn't talk, she formulated her apologies quickly, before even making an attempt to get up. "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there, are you alright?" She stared down at the ground, a bit too late realising that it was not the ground she had bumped into either, instead searching up to the human pillow.

Walking Dead rp

So uhm, I'm going to guess the church Brandon and NPC's are in, is the same church that Damian has been talking about, where he hid up in the belltower?

Katawa Shoujo (Disabled students RP)

Added the new character shets in the second post of the OOC, I'll be getting the IC up as soon as my headache is gone, which will hopefully be tonight!