czechmate46
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Seasoned roleplayer mostly interested in 1x1 roleplays with mature themes and ideas.
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Interests:
History (ancient European history, pre-Christian Europe, Medieval times, American settlement & westward expansion, American Civil War, modern history such as the Roaring 20's, Great Depression era, civil rights movement & Vietnam War)
Paganism (Northern European)
Philosophy (Nietzsche, Marcus Aurelius, Sartre, Kierkegaard)
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Music (Pink Floyd, Moody Blues, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, The Beatles, Steppenwolf)
Video Games (Red Dead Redemption I & II, Skyrim/Elder Scrolls universe)
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Interests:
History (ancient European history, pre-Christian Europe, Medieval times, American settlement & westward expansion, American Civil War, modern history such as the Roaring 20's, Great Depression era, civil rights movement & Vietnam War)
Paganism (Northern European)
Philosophy (Nietzsche, Marcus Aurelius, Sartre, Kierkegaard)
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Media Interests:
Music (Pink Floyd, Moody Blues, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, The Beatles, Steppenwolf)
Video Games (Red Dead Redemption I & II, Skyrim/Elder Scrolls universe)
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Florence nodded at the woman's words. She could tell that she had lost much too during this crisis. "I'm Florence, by the way," she said, extending her hand to the woman. "Florence Kelowna. Of Armadillo, New Austin."
I hope not.
Florence eyed the woman suspiciously. If she had learned anything from riding across New Austin in this time of crisis, it was that towns were to be avoided. While they seemed abandoned on the outside, there was always an undead lurking somewhere. And where there was one - there was many. "But...why? I mean, why would the undead be rising back to life?"
"Alright, alright," Florence waved her hands dismissively. "So we ain't here to fight each other...we've got that straight. But there is one thing I need to ask both of yous," she said, hoping to get both of their attentions. She had traveled a fair way, killed a fair number of these creatures that she had heard people refer to as the 'undead'. What she really needed to know was what it really was. "Do either of you know what's goin' on around here?"
Bobby took one of the first aid kits from Angel and began to tend to Luc's wounds when she saw that another girl was limping over to them. She appeared hurt as well. "Do you need help?" Bobby asked her.
Ah shit, Zmerr I posted before I saw your post
Florence eyed the woman that held a knife to her throat, with a fire in her eyes. "I should be askin' you that, twinkle toes, with you droppin' glass bottles about," she growled at the woman. Her eyes slid past to the man that had come to her aid, smiling that she was not alone in this. "I suggest you do as the man says.We're all fightin' this thing together...but that don't mean I gots a problem with puttin' a bullet in anyone's skull that gets in my way."
Yeah, I'd be up for that.
"I'm afraid I'm in the same predicament you are, mister," she said, scuffing her boot along the wooden floor of the motel. "I rode here all the way from Armadillo, hopin' I could find other survivors, or at least some supplies. But there is little to go around and it's slim pickin's off the undead. So, where do-" Florence was abruptly cut off by the clanking of an empty bottle, just outside the front door of the hotel. With her guards up again, Florence drew her gun and took one step out of the hotel. "Who's there?" she demanded, this time not bothering to disguise her voice, as she now had an accomplice.
"Alright, well first lets get to an area that has more grass and dirt rather than sand," Bobby suggested. "We wouldn't want sand getting into a closed wound." She started to head inland, gesturing for Luc and Angel to follow. It would be less than a minute walk before the sandy beach slowly turned into firm dirt, with grass and plantation.
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