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@XxLyraxX
Ehgaad I'm so sorry! I of all people know what it takes to get a post out. Please feel free to virtually pinch me.

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M A R L A M I L L E R

Chaos erupted within the crowded and somewhat claustrophobic holding cell right on the heels of the orders given for their imminent deaths, with the additions of the quaking room, the fallen body of their not-so-late guard, and the loud, cracking gunshots only adding to the confusion. Everything was happening so quickly. Everything was happening.

As the entirety of the scene played out - from the realization that their captors (under the guise of rescuers) were not at all immune to the virus that had gotten them all in that room in the first place, to the next few moments of victorious survival - Marla Miller had remained in the corner, having not moved from the moment she had been ushered inside. Her back was pressed so tightly between the two walls that it would have been a miracle if her body didn't come away from the position with a right angle along her spine. White, slender hands were clamped around her head, palms eclipsing her ears underneath her nearly white hair. The hazel-green, almond shaped orbs were wide, darting around the space with a mixture of fear and a strange irritation at the whole ordeal.

It wasn't until the few seconds of respite washed over the crowd at that one guy's heroic show with the gun he clearly did not know how to properly handle that Marla let her hands fall from her head. She immediately surveyed the room, observing the gestures of affection exchanged in the heat of survival. It didn't bother her much that she didn't have anyone to celebrate the relief with. In fact, she preferred it that way. After learning that she couldn't even look after a fourteen year old, it was probably best not to have another life to worry after. She could barely handle her own at the moment.

Straightening herself back up, Marla turned her gaze to find the unconscious guard in time to catch one of the females in attendance retrieve a lethal looking knife from the male's vest. Huh... Probably a good idea. Then a thought occurred to her, and her eyebrow twitched slightly, as if it were going to cock upwards. Marla's eyes drifted from the man now in possession of the rifle, back up to the knife-holder's face, committing both to memory. Or not. It wasn't a stretch for her to imagine the two getting infected and using those very weapons against the others in the place. She made a mental note to avoid them if she could.

Her eyes fell again onto the fallen guard, zeroing in on the pistol still strapped to his thigh. Check. Pushing away the hair that had fallen into her face, Marla began to move towards his body, nonchalantly weaving through or around her company just as another blonde-haired woman gathered the one with the knife into an embrace. She had just reached his position when they were hit with another emergency:

"The door!"

Marla's attention whipped to the entrance, whose slight opening was now straddling the muzzle of yet another rifle. Oh, shi-!

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'S JOHNNNNNNNNNNNY!!!!!!!!"

And Marla dived for the ground at the soldier's head as the crazy newcomer began open fire, her mouth wide open in a short, loud scream as she army crawled to the guy's thigh. Above her, feet were scrambling and bodies were hitting the ground; dead or alive, she did not know. All she knew was the cool metal of the gun handle at her fingertips. She ripped open the holster and snatched the firearm into her hands, holding it the way Abby had taught her to do so in the arcades.

But, unable to get a clear view of their predator because of the frantic scrambling of the crowd, and unwilling to take any civilians down because of it, she hastily lowered the gun. "Fuck! Fuck!" Panicking, Marla retreated back to the wall on her belly, pistol clutched tightly in her hand. She grabbed the soldier's vest in her other hand and heaved him up over her as much as she could, screaming as she did so, and proceeded to flatten herself as best she could behind his armor. She tucked the gun underneath her chin, cradling it there with her eyes shut tightly, just waiting for the chaos to end.

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@XxLyraxX
I've already got it in my post, which will be going live now. Sorry sorry!

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that anyone over the age of four would realize were hand grenades.

@Frengo

LOL. Ok, that is all. *scurries back to read the rest of the posts*

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EDIT: In case you're all confused, a catwalk in this sense is a suspended walkway, not a fashion stage ;)

@Frengo

Dammit....

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Yay, great start! Super excited. I'll be out catching up with a friend today and possibly playing some Until Dawn, but I'll try and sneak a post in tonight or tomorrow morning at the latest.

Wolf Manor

amphibious werewolves

@AuntFlavia

Hahahaha, oh my goodness, I forgot about those. Yes, amphibious werewolves all around!

Wolf Manor

SIR JIGSALOT!

Woooo, that made me so happy! Haha, glad to know you're alive and somewhat well. I've taken on a few other games to occupy my time over winter break, so I'll definitely still be here when you decide to come back. Or if the game kicks off again with another GM, cause I am the worst detective ever and totally have no clue what is happening in the game.

So yeah, Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays/Good Luck With Everything <3

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Alright, sheet is finally posted along with the other characters! If there's anything I need to fix, let me know.

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• Name?
  
  There was a pause, during which she looked up at M through her mascara-clumped lashes, before she inhaled deeply. He could catch a slight rolling of her eyes before she spoke. "Marla Miller."
• Gender:
  
  "Female."
• Age:
  
  "23."
• Nationality:
  
  She scoffed a little under her breath. "English - if you can't tell by my accent."
• Appearance:
  
  "Er... I'm 5'5", yeah? I'm pretty slim, even before the lack of food - unfortunately that means no boobs. I've got an alright ass, though." She smirked at her own cheekiness. "Eyes are hazel-green, hair is almost bleach blonde, with this blue streak in it." Flicking the strands with her black painted fingernail, she continued. "I've got some tattoos... And a small birthmark in the shape of Alaska on my inner left thigh."
• Surviving Family:
  
  Remaining quiet, she simply let her gaze drift away before pointedly shrugging once.
• Former Occupation:
  
  "I did lighting design and tech for local venues."
• Backstory:
  
  Pursing her lips, Marla shifted in the chair. "Umm," she breathed out, idly watching her thumbs trace circles around each other, "I was staying at my parents' for the week, and saw my mother go first. Apparently, one of her patients at the clinic accidentally sneezed in her face, and she'd been complaining about her eyes stinging... Then a few days later, she went bat shit on my step-dad... He was holding her off, shouting at me to take my sister into the room and stay there. Obviously I wasn't going to question it, so I grabbed...I grabbed Abigail's hand - Abby's my sister - and dragged her into my room, locking the door behind me..."
  
  Marla took a moment to breathe, then continued. "Her eyes were so fucking big... And she kept- she kept asking me what was happening. I mean, I didn't know fuck either so I just told her that mum was on her period and not to mind it, and I grabbed my blue headphones from the desk and fit them over her ears so that the music would drown out the screaming..."
  
  "But, you know, she was fourteen and not a complete idiot, so... Anyway, she kept the headphones on and kept quiet. I think she felt badly that I had to listen..."
  
  Marla faded into silence, and didn't resume the story until prodded by the doctor.
  
  "After James was..." She cleared her throat softly. "After my dad was done, mum tried busting down the door. That actually scared me pretty badly, and I practically jumped into Abby's arms - she had taken off the headphones by this point and just pulled me onto the bed with her." Her slender, fair hand reached up to scratch the back of her neck. "It was probably more than an hour before I guess my mum gave up... It got quiet, at least. And then, we waited."
  
  "Abby looked all of it up online and that's how we educated ourselves: about the virus, about its destruction. I crept out of the bedroom and made sure we were alone before barricading the entrance. And, er... After cleaning up what I could of my father, I let Abby join me in the rest of the place, and we survived on the canned shit they had. It must've been nearly three weeks that we stayed there... But the food wasn't going to last forever."
  
  "When I told Abigail that I would be going out to get us more, she basically threw a fit until I agreed to let her come with me. And me being a complete pussy when it comes to her... Heh. Well I fucking caved. And then she told me... More like, ordered me, not to let her become one of them." There was a pause, and a flicker of a smile across her face. "Like some goddamn teen movie." Suddenly she leaned forward on the table and hid her face behind her hands, running them down until they rested underneath her chin. "So we promised each other, that night, under that stupid kitchen lamp mum loved, that we wouldn't let each other turn."
  
  Another longer pause, followed by a click of her tongue.
  
  "Yeah, well... A few days after we grew enough balls to go out and find more supplies. We were alright for about another week, holing up in empty cars with our loot. And then we ran into an ambush at some drugstore. We got away, and I thought we were fine, but... She had a deep scratch on her right shoulder. I cleaned it out best I could..." Her eyes began to lose focus, and her voice had dropped in volume. "...It was her that told me to leave it... And she gave me... She gave me a long hug... And then, the gun..."
  
  "I did what I promised." Marla returned to herself, and finally turned her apathetic gaze back onto him.
  
  "And then your men found me before I could pull the trigger on myself."