BeanieBaggie

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woo

Toxic - (post-apocalyptic\zombie\survival)

Well I happen to cosplay Naruto Loinreagon and so thus I'm 612% correct.

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oh ho hoooo my friend, I must proove you wrong there, the character you actually cosplay is Aftershave Cider and it is indeed hamsteak!!

I happen to also cosplay vista servlet and run a blog so i'm 413% correct

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haha I'll have you know I'm a proud hamsteaker and I even cosplay john omelet

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Name: Ophelia McAtee
Age: 21
Appearance: Ophelia has short brown hair that is swept over to the left part of her head and face, one side cut shorter than the other, but just barely. Around her neck are a pair of goggles hidden by a bandanna around her neck. She stands at 6'1", and has a full sleeve tattoo that continues up, partially, onto her neck, remaining only on the right side of her body. It's there to cover road rash scars that she sustained when she was 17, doing a wheelie on her motorcycle without proper protection. Whille her build is athletic, she's been gifted with a larger chest- which is usually flattened by a sports bra. Her eyes are blue, skin on the tanner side of white, but as of recently, a bit sunburned. Her current attire is a blue-grey tanktop, brown reinforced leather motorcycle pants, boots with a slight heel, two belts (one to hold her bat to her side, the other for emergency use of undetermined specification) a grey backpack, fingerless gloves, and a brown leather jacket. She also has a few piercings in her ears- two on one, three on the other.
Weapons: a wooden baseball bat, and a swiss army knife
Gear: two cans of beans, a large bottle of water, a stick of chapstick, several granola bars, a blanket and some wrap-around bandages.

so, no bio?

Told you it would happen (Bean and Robyn)

"Alright," Jason nodded, moving back to the fire escape. "be sure to use it instead of the gun if you can," he added, picking out his map, and looking at it for a moment. "I think the fastest way is... Er, that way. if you wanna see my map, just ask." He murmured, folding the marked map and putting it back inside his bag, zipping it up and climbing down the escape, as quietly as he could, as if he were sneaking a boat out to sea, as he did several times in the past. A slight chuckle escaped his lips as he thought back to the clear, moonlight night when he first snuck a boat out to joyride. He had got caught, but bribed his coworkers into not ratting him out, in exchange for showing him how he did it...

But there was no time for those memories right then, he decided, and shook them out of his head as he reached the ground, holding the ladder for the girl- Alex, she had said, and waiting for her to reach the ground before starting off, at a decently fast pace, to where he believed the minimall was.
The roads were eerily silent, and although the sounds of shuffling foot steps weren't nearby, he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he encountered a four-way intersection. Carefully, he looked back to Alex, then around, shutting his eyes for a moment before taking a left, and praying the force and his poor map-reading skills would lead his way successfully.

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I don't think so, fellow hamsteak.

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ok, so not enough ladies? I got this.

Told you it would happen (Bean and Robyn)

"ah, that's good. Oh, goes without sayin, but if I get sick feel free to take my knife and put it in my skull, when it's safe. Preferably before the worst hits. I'll do the same for you, if ya want." He picked up his bag and slid it on before going to shake her hand, noticing her right one was all wrapped up. "I'm Jason, er, Jason Cortez. Jay's good- basically anything's good, just let me know what you're gonna call me, though." He thought about the last time he'd been able to speak to someone, and how long ago it was, and cleared his throat. "Sorry, It's been a while since I've been able to talk to someone. I'm a bit bottled up; I'll quiet down soon. Anyways, your hand looks pretty messed up; I could bandage it up a bit. I got, like, half a first aid kit at least. Definitely some bandages." He offered, letting the brief handshake end- though it wasn't much- he didn't grab her hand too hard, and it was probably one of the weakest, most non-threatening handshakes he'd ever attempted to give. "I don't know if I have any disinfectant in the kit, though. You'll want somethin' waterproof to cover that, in case business gets rough..." He frowned, thinking for a bit as he went over to pick up his knife, putting it in the sheath he had set in his pocket. "Hey, you got a quiet weapon? If not I could see about gettin' ya one, if I can find it." He offered, walking around the perimeter of the building, scanning for the safest way to go. "Also, I'm ready to go when you are." he added, looking back at her for a brief moment.

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alright. I'll see bout getting a skelly done. What's the girl/guy ratio in here? I usually try to balance it out