Dixie Fiend

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Charnobylisk I apologize again, I know you meant well and I hope I didn't come off as an ass - or condescending in any sense, which comes hand-in-hand with being an ass. I'll send you my skype ASAP so I can be better prepared for the next post.

To clarify where I think we're confused, when I mentioned "in the global" of my OOC comment I was referring to what the post is called by the GM, the global post. My in-character post mentioned the windows of the foyer, and the kitchen, respectively.

I totally understand what you mean as far as controlling other players' characters in almost any sense. I completely avoid it as I'm fully aware it's not acceptable, and in any other RP it would still make me uncomfortable. I only mentioned Jaime's character still possibly being on the second floor because in Richard's post Jaime wasn't mentioned anywhere, and I only quoted your post to highlight that. I interpreted it that Richard left Jaime in the dust.

I felt cornered into posting as Dexter was still stuck on the first floor tying his boots while the Roleplay grew more intense and time progressed without him(in some sense), and so I attempted to get Dexter on the same page as everyone else. Again, I'm sorry. I'll edit the last part of my post so that it describes Dexter making his way up the stairs, cutting out the part with Jaime.

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That group of Walkers has bashed right on through those windows. You would think that some Rich Ass in Ga would have paid for stronger windows considering how many tornadoes wreck through the area a year but hey, pretty furniture and swimming pools (movie stars) were much more important. Move your asses folks! They are inside and you don't have anymore time to fight with Lumpy The Bumpy Couch one moment longer!

@Lady Amalthea

That's where I got the context of the horde getting into the home, but I tried to be vague about how many were actually entering. I mentioned a few being in the foyer-entry-way, but as far as the rest of the house, they weren't erupting from under bedsheets and from the closets- no.

Interacting With: Himself, fuck everyone else I'm out to save my own ass.
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The “team” were all capable of getting themselves out of danger, he didn’t even give a second thought to any of the others. They’d either be fine or they wouldn’t be. They were all in the same shit show together and he knew full well neither of these two pratts would miss him if he died.

@Charnobylisk

I assumed that I could nudge Jaime into my post since he wasn't mentioned in yours, and hadn't posted personally. I can't access the chat we all use for some reason, however if you guys would like I'd love to possibly start a skype chat? If not, I'll just make sure to clear any questions with you guys by PM before posting.

I apologize for the hassle again, I'm still getting used to all of this.

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@Lady Amalthea , @ProPro , @Charnobylisk

I've completed a reply, let me know if there are any errors or issues so I may correct them promptly. Sorry for the lengthy post of mostly more filler, I tried to describe a real danger to Dexter's life instead of simply going for the stairs while the walkers were described to be swarming the windows in the global.

Not really sure if I didn't put him in enough danger, or if the current scenario wasn't completely necessary. And I'm certain there will be a roll to see if Dexter was inadvertently bitten while struggling with the walker. Bring it on dice gods. I'm ready for it.

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Dexter Sterling

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● Location: Hoganville, Troup County
● Time: Morning-Afternoon

Boots? Check. Gun? Check. Jacket? Check. --

In the living room, Dexter's familiar, lithe figure was knelt beside the glass nesting table in the center of the room. For some reason he liked to hold his breath when he did his laces, it added an element of suspense to what he was doing. As if instead of tying his shoes, he was pulling wires from a bomb. He'd kept the habit since he was a kid, somethin' his dad taught him.

Dexter was almost finished tightening his boots and fastening the laces inside the cuff so the loops wouldn't get caught when – “ OI, DICKCHEESE, BEANPOLE. . . ” – Dexter flinched at the sudden yelling coming from directly above his head, dropping his cigarette onto the floor beside him. He grit his teeth in an annoyed kind of way, setting a palm against the edge of the coffee table beside him. God damn, that man's voice was not easy on his ears, and that's coming from a guy who listened to all kinds of metal.

He shoved off of the table, skidding it to one side as he came to an abrupt stand. Dexter, under the alarm of Richard's shouting, immediately went to grab his backpack and cut for the stairs. However, as he scooped up the Northface pack and swung it around a shoulder he paused and looked over his shoulder. He scanned over the living room with a crooked frown building on his lips. Nothing.

But he wasn't going to forget the cigarette, and so he stepped over to the smoldering bud on the hardwood floor and stomped it out. He had to be deliberate. Mistakes weren't an option, especially during emergencies. After dealing with the fire-hazard, Dexter called up to Richard from the den, " On my way up, just one second- " He glanced at a few of the windows for any immediate signs of danger. While he couldn't see anything coming from where he stood, he could definitely hear the guttural hum of a group closing in.

Then there was a crash, and then another crash, followed by the sound of a hail of glass falling across the floor. What was a faint groan beside the house was now an audible roar of walkers as one after another poured through the shattered windows. The danger was here, it was real, and it was right around the corner. They were swarming the house.

Dexter shouldered his backpack a little tighter now. They were coming from the god damn far side of the kitchen. He turned on his heel and whipped around the back of the sectional couch. He took deep breaths between every other stride and blinked his eyes rapidly, and did these things as a method to wake himself up fully. In truth, he was near-hyperventilating. As he approached the stairwell though, Dexter slammed on the brakes – there was one in the center of the foyer, fumbling around in a trail of blood. There were others some ways behind it where the blood led from, surrounded by a mess of glass beside a large window to one side of the entrance-way.

The worst had to happen in that span of half of a second as he tried to come to a stop. He barely had any time to judge the distance between the walker closest to him and the stairs, his auto-pilot forcibly shut off. As Dexter came to a stop so abruptly, his boot went over the streak of blood that went through the foyer and to the door. The blood had congealed quickly overnight, and as Dexter's foot went over it he slid and went right on his ass.

He panicked, his arms springing back behind him to lever himself up. Dexter's eyes moved frantically out in front of him, wide with terror as the closest walker snapped its teeth together at him and lumbered forward. It wore a torn up flannel shirt, half of the shirt being ripped off on one side of his body and barely hanging on to the other side. It had suspenders that hung down off its shoulders and by its legs, which swung to and fro beside him in its awkward gait.

The walker advanced on him as Dexter's elbows bit into the hard ground beneath him, pushing himself up as much as he could. He fumbled to get his palm to the ground in time to aid in getting fully to his feet, and loosed a frightened scream as the walker towered before him. It's hands came outstretched and it clawed the air as it closed the distance, finally tumbling forward as it reached him. Dexter curled his legs back, bringing his knees in close as it came down on him. He tried to bring his boot back in order to kick the walker away from him, but it came down too fast on Dexter and was swiftly on top of him.

Dexter had the walker by its shoulders as its face spat and lunged at him, and using his knees pressed up against the walker's hips and mid-section he kept it from bearing down on his whole body. Dexter turned his head to one side as it continued to bite incessantly at his face and neck, his own teeth clenched together in the struggle and expression contorted into one of strain and panic. Drops of saliva mixed with blood and mucous or some shit splattered the side of his face each time the fucker opened its mouth. Dexter pushed the walker further up and up by the side of its shoulders, his arms extending like hydraulic pistons against several tons of weight – which was far from a proper description of his skinny ass struggling to get a single walker off of him.

Dexter pivoted onto his hip, turning over onto his side as he attempted to force himself on top of the walker. It growled and heaved in protest as he flipped them over, but Dexter's grip kept steady until he was on top of it. He glanced over his shoulder for a split-second now that he had control, and took stock of a handful of walkers getting to their feet and making their way across the foyer. Dexter grit his teeth as he locked his eyes onto the walker beneath him that kept clawing towards and tugging at his clothes, and reached down towards its head. He grabbed a hold of its long, greasy hair to get a grip of its skull and repeatedly slam its head against the floor – but as he pulled, the hair came loose in large tufts that stuck to his hand and clung to bits of its former scalp.

He moved his hand away from the walkers face in disgust, curling his elbow in the air above them both with haste. Dexter brought his arm down, striking the walker in the center of its face with the meaty part of his forearm just below the bony corner of his elbow. There was a fleshy crack as Dexter crushed its nose with ease, but it still tried to bite back. He brought his arm back again, repeating what he did before. As he slammed his elbow into the walkers face the third time, the forward-most part of its skull between the nose and eyes collapsed inwards – and its grip on his jacket loosened and it no longer continued to try and viciously bite at Dexter and growl.

Dexter pushed off of the corpse as the group descended on him from the foyer, his backpack slumping down his shoulder as he stood up. Blood and bits of the walker he killed soaked the back of his arm, but his Carhartt could take the abuse. Without any further hesitation Dexter darted up the stairs before one of the walkers could stumble within reach, taking two steps at a time, his boots rapping loudly over the marble-like steps. After readjusting his backpack as he ascended, he gripped the wrought iron banister as he rounded up the bend of the stairwell – his hand gliding across the cold metal surface as he raced up the steps . . .

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@Charnobylisk Ugh, and the nooby errors pile up. My excitement got the better of me and I rushed out a post without thinking straight. :c I feel so embarrassed.

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@Lady Amalthea Got it, it won't be happening again. For good measure I'll be going through the rules again. I've PM'd a Moderator.

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@Lady Amalthea Oh god, I suck. I completely forgot about that, I'll get on that right away.

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@Charnobylisk I'm glad, I really wasn't comfortable "leading" the group as far as how we should handle or react to the horde nearby -- or how we should interact initially, so I did my best to create a very passive post that could just count as filler.

EDIT: Alright, I've read it and will get a reply up within the hour(hopefully). After-! I make some breakfast.

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@Charnobylisk Shit, no, no it just... It literally took me that whole night to write that post! I haven't gotten my creative juices flowing yet, and kept getting distracted by Netflix and whatnot. But now that I've read over it a few times I'm all right with how it turned out, and should have an easier time on the next posts.