"Thank you," Florence said, taking the bottle from Michael's hands. She began to rummage through her satchel for something she could give him in return. She felt rather guilty allowing other survivors to give her their resources - it was a rare occasion that they offered and an even rarer one when she accepted. She also didn't want anyone to get the idea that she was indebted to them, just because she accepted a can of food or a soda can. So, she did was she could to make things even. But before she could find something to give to Michael, he already had began talking again, telling her his plans for the next day. She was well aware that her rooftop hide out wouldn't last forever. In fact, she had been waiting for the right time to move on. Her water supply was poor and her food was running low as well. If she stayed here, she would only have resources for the next five days. Possibly a week, if she didn't let her hunger dictate to her mouth. She took a deep breath while contemplating what Michael had said. If there was any good time to leave the rooftop, this was it.
"Looks like I'm getting a change of scenery," she said to him, her lips curving into a smile. "When the morning comes, we'll set out to find them." She grabbed her blankets and offered one to Michael. "Right now, I'm going to get some shut eye. Gonna need a lot of energy if we're going to be walking the streets tomorrow."
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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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Ack four months is a rather short time for the ten of us to all meet up, considering the states we started from. And Washington is way up in the north west corner of America. But don't ask the Canadian here about American geography hehe.
I honestly think we should start tonight. I am going to be away for all of Saturday and most of sunday so I'd like to be here for the beginning so I'm not totally lost. And from my experiences, when someone "reserves" a spot, they either don't end up coming through or they take a long time. Not saying that this is what will happen, it's just what I've seen in the past. We can always fit him when he joins.
Lancaster Render - Tommie's/parking lot - Baylen Denney
Lancaster couldn't help but be grateful when Baylen agreed to join him to patrol the warehouse. Lancaster was a large, strong man and would never admit it it, but he was wary of being at the warehouse alone at this time of night. As they began to make their way towards the front of the bar, Baylen began to ask questions.
"For the first day or so, things were just being moved around. Y'know, stuff wasn't where it was supposed to be. Then a crate went missing one day. Nothin' too major, just some ammunition. Then this morning, I go into the warehouse to find a crate half pried open and a crowbar on the floor next to it." Lancaster sucked in some air and sighed bitterly. He knew for a fact that his mind was not playing tricks on him. He made damn sure that he had that warehouse memorized. If anything was even an inch out of place, he'd know about it. To have something of this extent happen right beneath his nose flustered him. That crow bar he found must have belonged to the culprit.
Lancaster waited to the side while Baylen had a talk over with Charlie, probably flirting with her. But Lancaster simply wasn't listening, he was immersed into his thoughts and worries. This funny business at the warehouse needed to stop. As soon as they could possibly find the creep and put him in his place. After Baylen finished talking to Charlie, they set out for the parking lot and jumped into Lancaster's car. He lit up a cigarette before starting up the engine and offered one to Baylen. "Need to calm your nerves? 'Cause I sure as hell do," he laughed nervously.
Lancaster couldn't help but be grateful when Baylen agreed to join him to patrol the warehouse. Lancaster was a large, strong man and would never admit it it, but he was wary of being at the warehouse alone at this time of night. As they began to make their way towards the front of the bar, Baylen began to ask questions.
"For the first day or so, things were just being moved around. Y'know, stuff wasn't where it was supposed to be. Then a crate went missing one day. Nothin' too major, just some ammunition. Then this morning, I go into the warehouse to find a crate half pried open and a crowbar on the floor next to it." Lancaster sucked in some air and sighed bitterly. He knew for a fact that his mind was not playing tricks on him. He made damn sure that he had that warehouse memorized. If anything was even an inch out of place, he'd know about it. To have something of this extent happen right beneath his nose flustered him. That crow bar he found must have belonged to the culprit.
Lancaster waited to the side while Baylen had a talk over with Charlie, probably flirting with her. But Lancaster simply wasn't listening, he was immersed into his thoughts and worries. This funny business at the warehouse needed to stop. As soon as they could possibly find the creep and put him in his place. After Baylen finished talking to Charlie, they set out for the parking lot and jumped into Lancaster's car. He lit up a cigarette before starting up the engine and offered one to Baylen. "Need to calm your nerves? 'Cause I sure as hell do," he laughed nervously.
The highway idea could work, if we are starting out with the bad situation at the beginning.
Larfleeze said
I got bored and drew Kenny's badass crowbar pose because it's just too good. I might draw Clem if I feel like it.So, how is everyone today?
Wow that looks awesome. And I will have you a reply soon.
Looking over what everyone has said, I'm fine with Washington. And I agree with LokiLeo that we should establish an actual place that we live in. Also I think we need a kick off, like some sort of dire conflict right at the beginning to get things going, rather than just hiding out, doing nothing at the walmart or wherever we are. And my character's position can be something to do with guns, tracking, or livestock as she was a rancher.
I actually haven't watched the Walking Dead. I've been meaning to for like a year now...can never seem to get around to it and I don't have netflix or anything like that.
So it seems we have more males than females now so I shall make a female :P
Name: Bonnie Chandler
Age: 27
Personality: Amongst many other traits, Bonnie is very sarcastic. She can pretty much tease anyone about anything. She is also very independant. She often finds that if she wants the job done right, she needs to do it herself. Aside from this, she can be friendly and trusting, she just usually needs to know the person a bit before this shows. She's very practical and is a realist. She will agree to do something dangerous if she knows her life depends on it. She is easy to negotiate with and is sensible. She also hates dealing with other people's bullshit.
Brief Bio: Bonnie grew up on a ranch in the west. After her mother died and all five of her brothers also died from foolish choices or left for the city, it was just her and her father left to tend to the ranch. This is how she gained her independent outlook and practicality. Growing up, she had few friends and most of her time was spent tending to the ranch. Once she graduated high school, she did not go to post secondary, but rather dedicated herself to helping her father on the ranch. She never married.
During the first few days of the outbreak, the ranch slowly became deserted and her father turned to an undead. She stayed alone on the ranch, in hopes that survivors would pass through or this wicked plague would come to an end.
Weapon of Choice: firearm, specifically a rifle.
How did you find the Group: They took refuge in her abandoned ranch, and soon found her and asked her to join.
Name: Bonnie Chandler
Age: 27
Personality: Amongst many other traits, Bonnie is very sarcastic. She can pretty much tease anyone about anything. She is also very independant. She often finds that if she wants the job done right, she needs to do it herself. Aside from this, she can be friendly and trusting, she just usually needs to know the person a bit before this shows. She's very practical and is a realist. She will agree to do something dangerous if she knows her life depends on it. She is easy to negotiate with and is sensible. She also hates dealing with other people's bullshit.
Brief Bio: Bonnie grew up on a ranch in the west. After her mother died and all five of her brothers also died from foolish choices or left for the city, it was just her and her father left to tend to the ranch. This is how she gained her independent outlook and practicality. Growing up, she had few friends and most of her time was spent tending to the ranch. Once she graduated high school, she did not go to post secondary, but rather dedicated herself to helping her father on the ranch. She never married.
During the first few days of the outbreak, the ranch slowly became deserted and her father turned to an undead. She stayed alone on the ranch, in hopes that survivors would pass through or this wicked plague would come to an end.
Weapon of Choice: firearm, specifically a rifle.
How did you find the Group: They took refuge in her abandoned ranch, and soon found her and asked her to join.
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