ScoutI couldn't have written that better myself! My characters just naturally change regardless of how well I think I know them.
Your character is just fine and don't worry. I'm not too familiar with the Georgia area myself! I think we can have a bit of creative license and such with this. Google is there if we need it! I'll begin drafting something then! Hopefully I'll get it to you tonight or tomorrow!
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STATUS: One more final. Yas .... 9 yrs ago
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After Tuesday I'll be back to regular postings! Sorry for the delay folks. Finals are a killer bee </3
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We'll fall asleep. So deeply out of reach
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In peace may you leave the shore. In love may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels until our final journey on the ground... May we meet again.
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Cool! I just think it's much more fun for the character to yield that stuff versus us giving a summary.
Why don't we place it in Georgia then? I haven't done a Southern setting in a very long time! But please let me know if you're not cool with that!
Why don't we place it in Georgia then? I haven't done a Southern setting in a very long time! But please let me know if you're not cool with that!
Here's my character! I like to keep things general and reveal more through the IC.
Name: Jessica Parens
Age: 35
Now, where should we start? West coast? East? South? CDC is located n Georgia for the record ^^!
Name: Jessica Parens
Age: 35
Now, where should we start? West coast? East? South? CDC is located n Georgia for the record ^^!
"I'll be sure to keep you safe from the space spiders for you."
Grinning, Morgan followed Erika to the truck. She hated those things. Not only were they large death traps when the spiders found them, but they weren't the quietest things on the block. Though impractical, foot traveling was Morgan's preference.
"And I'll make sure to keep them far away," she said. Opening the door to the passenger side, she slipped in and rested her rifle against the ground. "Nasty things aren't they? Kidnapping children and putting those ... worms on their back. It's sickening."
"So where do you think they are going to be taking us next?"
Morgan kept her eyes on their surroundings. She hoped the tin cans weren't out. Those robots were bloody nightmares. Their bullets had minimal effect so far. "Somewhere further into the country," she said after giving the question more thought. "Going into the city would be suicide. Even the Captain should know that. But, I think they'll keep us around Oxford - for now."
Grinning, Morgan followed Erika to the truck. She hated those things. Not only were they large death traps when the spiders found them, but they weren't the quietest things on the block. Though impractical, foot traveling was Morgan's preference.
"And I'll make sure to keep them far away," she said. Opening the door to the passenger side, she slipped in and rested her rifle against the ground. "Nasty things aren't they? Kidnapping children and putting those ... worms on their back. It's sickening."
"So where do you think they are going to be taking us next?"
Morgan kept her eyes on their surroundings. She hoped the tin cans weren't out. Those robots were bloody nightmares. Their bullets had minimal effect so far. "Somewhere further into the country," she said after giving the question more thought. "Going into the city would be suicide. Even the Captain should know that. But, I think they'll keep us around Oxford - for now."
The soft patter of rain fell against the muddy fields beyond. Morgan leaned against a wall as she sat on a worn box. It was a wooden one with alphabet letters stenciled in. No matter how hard she tried, she could't help thinking back to when everything was normal. She was at Parliament when things fell into pandemonium. The press office had never been so busy as she fought the assault of the reporters. Those vultures. No matter how persistent they were, however, she preferred dealing with rude questions and camera flashes taking pictures and recording than them. Authors all wrote about first contact. Never did they think it'd turn out like this she thought to herself.
"Hungry?"
Morgan turned around as her watch partner returned back from the canteen. She took a whiff. "Those damn baked beans in a can again? I suppose pizza was too much to ask for?"
The man chuckled as he handed over the tin bowl, which Morgan accepted. "Fresh out of pizza love," he said. "I'll be sure to put in a word when our scouts go back into town. We've been cooked up in this position for a while. Wonder when we'll move. Don't want them spiders finding us - particularly the children."
Finishing up the bowl, Morgan placed the tin to the side as she picked up her rifle. The weight had long since become as natural as her limbs. It calmed her. "Let the Captain decide," she said as she scanned the field beyond. Nothing. "We'll knock the crawlies back before they get too close."
The stair case behind the two creaked as Morgan turned. Another fighter from the Brigade. "Morgan? Captain wants you downstairs. Seemed pretty impatient."
Sighing, she got to her feet. "Cover for me?"
The man nodded as he took her spot. "No worries here."
Following the soldier down, she soon came upon the tent. The Captain looked up and saw her. "Hate to pull our sharp shooter off wall duty."
"What's up Captain?"
"Scouting party. You'll be heading out with Erika. She should be gearing up. I need your eyes, Morgan."
She hated scouting. She was good at it, but preferred the distance. "Objective?"
"Danger and supplies. We need those supplies. Low as it is. However, don't compromise yourselves. Supplies can be found. Capable combatants not so much."
"Got it." Turning around, Morgan exited the tent as she spotted Erika gearing up. She walked towards the woman. She went to the rifle ammo box and took two more magazines and shoved them into her belt. Four clips for the rifle, two for the pistol. "Alright Erika?" Morgan said as she checked her gear. "I'll be counting on you when things get close, yeah? Ready to move when you are."
"Hungry?"
Morgan turned around as her watch partner returned back from the canteen. She took a whiff. "Those damn baked beans in a can again? I suppose pizza was too much to ask for?"
The man chuckled as he handed over the tin bowl, which Morgan accepted. "Fresh out of pizza love," he said. "I'll be sure to put in a word when our scouts go back into town. We've been cooked up in this position for a while. Wonder when we'll move. Don't want them spiders finding us - particularly the children."
Finishing up the bowl, Morgan placed the tin to the side as she picked up her rifle. The weight had long since become as natural as her limbs. It calmed her. "Let the Captain decide," she said as she scanned the field beyond. Nothing. "We'll knock the crawlies back before they get too close."
The stair case behind the two creaked as Morgan turned. Another fighter from the Brigade. "Morgan? Captain wants you downstairs. Seemed pretty impatient."
Sighing, she got to her feet. "Cover for me?"
The man nodded as he took her spot. "No worries here."
Following the soldier down, she soon came upon the tent. The Captain looked up and saw her. "Hate to pull our sharp shooter off wall duty."
"What's up Captain?"
"Scouting party. You'll be heading out with Erika. She should be gearing up. I need your eyes, Morgan."
She hated scouting. She was good at it, but preferred the distance. "Objective?"
"Danger and supplies. We need those supplies. Low as it is. However, don't compromise yourselves. Supplies can be found. Capable combatants not so much."
"Got it." Turning around, Morgan exited the tent as she spotted Erika gearing up. She walked towards the woman. She went to the rifle ammo box and took two more magazines and shoved them into her belt. Four clips for the rifle, two for the pistol. "Alright Erika?" Morgan said as she checked her gear. "I'll be counting on you when things get close, yeah? Ready to move when you are."
Lets just start chatting here! It'll make sure I don't lose our PM in the slush pile of other stuff! I'll work on a post now before I head off to sleep~!
Name: Morgan Prescott
Age: 23
Weapon: Given the current state of the world, Morgan can use almost any firearms at her disposal. However, more often than not, snipers and rifles are often given to her due to her ability to take out far away targets. Her typical load out is a pistol and a rifle with a scope.
Profession before the invasion: Public Relations Press Corps for the British government.
Age: 23
Weapon: Given the current state of the world, Morgan can use almost any firearms at her disposal. However, more often than not, snipers and rifles are often given to her due to her ability to take out far away targets. Her typical load out is a pistol and a rifle with a scope.
Profession before the invasion: Public Relations Press Corps for the British government.
Oh take your time! Lord knows you've been very patient with me. I'll be waiting excitedly over here~!
Oh? I thought Sports Authority was universal? Oops! American ignorance at its finest right there!
Oh? I thought Sports Authority was universal? Oops! American ignorance at its finest right there!
Oh my, look at all of these videos~!
Angel, I think we're ready to post, by the way. I can either post it or you can. Either or works for me!
EDIT: Here's my contribution of the video stream. Some chillstep with a kickin' melody to boot! Enjoy.
Angel, I think we're ready to post, by the way. I can either post it or you can. Either or works for me!
EDIT: Here's my contribution of the video stream. Some chillstep with a kickin' melody to boot! Enjoy.
The Walking Dead or Falling Skies (this is my preferred), if you're interested in either of those.
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