BeanieBaggie

Toxic - (post-apocalyptic\zombie\survival)

oooo dang this looks cool. its been a while since I last group rp'd though. ya still open?

Told you it would happen (Bean and Robyn)

hhhhhhhhhhhhh go its so fun but get your tickets early
and yeah I saw some parents doing that. it was too cute.

and so many parents dressed their little ones up- so many tiny princesses and little baby characters aaaauuuuuuu~ I was gonna cry, they were so cute.

Told you it would happen (Bean and Robyn)

yeah! I got a wig and a tail and a signed buffy poster

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Rose Hathaway said
Yes, my unicorn is blood orange

blood orange? so pretentious, it's red.

Told you it would happen (Bean and Robyn)

Jason visibly relaxed when the woman's hand went off the gun, and he looked through his stuff once more as he thought about what she had said. "...ah, I see. Nah, it's ok, I get ya. Some folks out there are crazy. I woulda' spoke up more, but I didn't wanna alert anything." he mumbled, before sitting down, recovering from their sprint and taking the time to look her over. Her hair, bright like fire, was messy and tangled from her run, and probably a few rests without a hair brush, and the length made him wonder if she was just lucky, tough, or both, for not being infected yet- wait, was she? "...You aren't infected, are ya? I mean, I don't think you are- you ran too good- but I gotta ask," he spoke up a little, after a while, to get some formalities out of the way. "You also missed a zombie when you ran up here. I got it, though, right before it was gonna call a horde.... Speakin' of horde, most the zombies in earshot are probably heading to the source of that scream, from before." He looked off, thinking, his brow furrowed. "...hey, maybe that means the mini-mall that was surrounded is gonna be cleared. That's not too far from here, I think." he looked back to the girl- then away because she was white as hell, even when slightly dirty, and he felt he might get distracted. "...Hey, ya wanna go with me? We're both low on supplies, and I'm pretty sure there's something of use in there. We can split the loot." He offered, getting up. He looked back to her, then down as he thought about how sudden he'd offered and how normal human interaction actually worked. After a moment of thought, an inhale and a brief shutting, clenching and reopening of his eyes, he attempted to restart. "Er, I mean, I figure there's gonna be a zombie or two in there, and I don't do well in closed spaces alone. so if you're gonna head that way, we could...like, watch out for each other?" He looked to her, with a slight shrug and a half smile intended to help him not look like an idiot.

Told you it would happen (Bean and Robyn)

sorry, was at a con all weekend and exhausted monday

Told you it would happen (Bean and Robyn)

Jason had a hard time catching up to the girl, his footsteps heavy and slowing as he came to the dead end. He noticed the zombie, it's foul mouth beginning to open wide to scream, and quickly went to it and pushed it down, stomping it's head a few times, before looking around for more. Seeing none, he wiped his shoe on the zombie before turning around, watching the girl climb up the escape after some struggle. Perplexed about why she didn't kill the zombie and ask for help, he went after her, climbing up with ease, placing his knife on the ledge by the ladder, pulling himself over, hands in the air when he noticed her gun. "...Woah, hey, I'm a friendly, I'm good," he spoke with a hint of a southern drawl, his forehead and skin beaded with sweat. "I just.. Have ya seen my sister? Tall, skin like mine, blue tattoos all over her arm. Probably got a motorcycle with her." He asked, eyes darting about her but always landing on that gun of hers. "...c-could you put that thing down? my only weapon's over on the ledge... and it makes me a bit nervous. An', uh, if you're willing to, d'ya have anything to trade? I heard a zombie scream a'cha when I was looting a gas station, so I have some excess I could trade." he pulled his bag out in front of him and sat it down, rustling through it and pulling out some toilet paper, and a granola bar. "...awh don't tell me I left that stuff on the counter," he breathed , digging around for more.

Told you it would happen (Bean and Robyn)

god it was short compared to what you put up im sorry

Told you it would happen (Bean and Robyn)

The silence of the dead city had been interrupted by a loud crash, and a shriek, and the two didn't go unnoticed by Jason. He had been looting a gas station, when the screams caught his attention. From all of his experience with the mindless dead, he's not known them to cause a noise, then scream if there weren't anyone alive at least near. He looked at the granola bars he had slid into his bag, brushing them aside and picking out his knife, sticking the sheath in his pocket as he went out, and walked in the general direction of the noise, half-hoping his sister or mom or someone who knew where they were was the cause, mostly thinking it was probably some unlucky soul who might have something to trade. as he got closer he could hear more and more shuffling and stumbling footsteps, until he caught a zombie shuffling mindlessly to its destination. He his and grimaced, unsheathing the knife as it continued- called more by the scream than the smell of an unwashed man and sweat. as quietly as he could, he snuck behind it, and as it turned to look at him, its glazed eyes unfocused and its jaw opening to scream. Quickly, and nervously, he sank the knife into it's head, and let it fall before removing his knife, wiping it on the tattered clothes it wore moving on right after. He moved with his knife out and an ear for shuffling, before eventually finding a suburb with at least ten zombies stumbling into a house, busting down the door. With a grimace he slunk back a few paces, and watched for a moment or so, moving on to avoid any other zombies that might be summoned by the screams.
It was then he heard some strange footsteps- not like the rest of the zombies. A big heavy one, then lighter, faster ones, and by the time he had turned to look, all that passed was a flash of orange hair. Looking back at the hose full of zombies, then the quickly leaving figure, he decided to follow it; If it was running away from the zombies, it was probably good for at least something. He hoped that the figure didn't mistake him for a hostile as he ran after her, attempting to catch up to her. "t..take a right!" he barely hissed above the volume of his heavy breathing, hoping to let them know he wasn't a hostile, and to get to a building with a fire escape so they could talk, and maybe trade.

Told you it would happen (Bean and Robyn)

no like wow i feel so inadequate now *c* hhhh im gonna give it my best