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Yo, I'm Kidd. 30, latte enjoyer, not immune to anime girls.
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Or where she's imagining her favourite characters, Dean and Castiel, banging. That too.
I cannot believe
Updated relations with recently accepted characters. Hmu if I missed ya or got something wrong. I listed characters in a loose order: people she likes spending time with toward the top, less liked people at the bottom. Seniors first, though.
@Tuxedo Fox
Lillah crossed her arms when he answered, her eyes wandering around the hall again. She swallowed and watched him as she thought; would this guy be okay to bring back to the casino? He didn't seem much like a hero in this moment. He seemed...gone. "Yeah, I know," Lillah agreed, eyebrows furrowing together. She awkwardly fell into silence. She didn't know how to deal with this, she didn't get people or why they do the things they do. She had her own problems but she wasn't getting high and fighting a bunch of zombies for the fuck of it. Internally, she was screaming and heat was slowly creeping up her neck and cheeks. Externally, she tried saying anything.
"Okay, we need to leave. You're attracting unwanted attention and that's dangerous and stupid. Shut off the lights and come with me," she said. "The casino is being built up as a safe haven again. There's a couple people. But supplies, too.
"And I'm sorry I shot you--I should've been paying attention and I wasn't. And you freaked me out." Lillah glanced away then back to him, shoulders dropping a bit.
Lillah crossed her arms when he answered, her eyes wandering around the hall again. She swallowed and watched him as she thought; would this guy be okay to bring back to the casino? He didn't seem much like a hero in this moment. He seemed...gone. "Yeah, I know," Lillah agreed, eyebrows furrowing together. She awkwardly fell into silence. She didn't know how to deal with this, she didn't get people or why they do the things they do. She had her own problems but she wasn't getting high and fighting a bunch of zombies for the fuck of it. Internally, she was screaming and heat was slowly creeping up her neck and cheeks. Externally, she tried saying anything.
"Okay, we need to leave. You're attracting unwanted attention and that's dangerous and stupid. Shut off the lights and come with me," she said. "The casino is being built up as a safe haven again. There's a couple people. But supplies, too.
"And I'm sorry I shot you--I should've been paying attention and I wasn't. And you freaked me out." Lillah glanced away then back to him, shoulders dropping a bit.
@Tuxedo Fox
Lillah
Her target fell to the ground and, but slowly rose again with a bitter comment. She lowered her gun, mouth falling open in exasperation. Oh my god, I just shot someone, Lillah thought fearfully. "Oh my god," she repeated aloud. "I'm-I'm so sorry--are you okay?" In her worry for this man, she slung the shotgun over her back and approached quickly. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she searched his body and finally settled on the bruised shoulder. Not bloody or torn or broken shoulder. Simply bruised. As if the mask wasn't enough of a give away, she asked, "You're a super hero? Oh thank god." She released a shaky breath and ran a hand down her face, head shaking.
Lillah wasn't the most emotionally intelligent human being, but killing a living person? That'd fuck her up--something she never thought about until this moment, and she ignored him for a moment to regain her composure. Finally, she looked to him, and narrowed her light brown eyes. "MinuteMan?" she guessed, the waver out of her voice. In her panic, it didn't click, but now she realized that something was off about him. And it wasn't his super powers. Her mind wandered back to the hall where she found the room full of drugs, and her eyes wandered around at the bodies and the lights then back to his hazy eyes...
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her scowl returning.
Lillah
Her target fell to the ground and, but slowly rose again with a bitter comment. She lowered her gun, mouth falling open in exasperation. Oh my god, I just shot someone, Lillah thought fearfully. "Oh my god," she repeated aloud. "I'm-I'm so sorry--are you okay?" In her worry for this man, she slung the shotgun over her back and approached quickly. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she searched his body and finally settled on the bruised shoulder. Not bloody or torn or broken shoulder. Simply bruised. As if the mask wasn't enough of a give away, she asked, "You're a super hero? Oh thank god." She released a shaky breath and ran a hand down her face, head shaking.
Lillah wasn't the most emotionally intelligent human being, but killing a living person? That'd fuck her up--something she never thought about until this moment, and she ignored him for a moment to regain her composure. Finally, she looked to him, and narrowed her light brown eyes. "MinuteMan?" she guessed, the waver out of her voice. In her panic, it didn't click, but now she realized that something was off about him. And it wasn't his super powers. Her mind wandered back to the hall where she found the room full of drugs, and her eyes wandered around at the bodies and the lights then back to his hazy eyes...
"What are you doing here?" she asked, her scowl returning.
@murdoc Finally, someone Cori can relate to but I'm foreseeing dislike anyway lol
That's true too anyway, haha. Poor girlie, she's such a sweetie.
Cori can respect study time. It's important~
@sakurasan I smell a friend for Cori, and by friend I mean someone to boss around because they're too nice and fuck yeah she'll take advantage of that.
Unless you go with the new student thing, ahaha. But still
Unless you go with the new student thing, ahaha. But still
Vivian
Vivian had used her last bullet to kill McCorpse; she kept the gun, of course, all she needed was some 9mm and she'd be set to use it again. And despite this, she wasn't worried. In her hand she carried a...street sign. Attached to a pole lighter than one that would keep it in the ground. She must have switched it out herself, and the layers of rope kept her art together. The street sign once said "WASHINGTON ST" but the edges have been sharpened, creating a post apocalyptic glaive for the young woman to use and only leaving "ashingto" readable--and barely. It was free of visible blood stains; she kept it clean.
Then she stopped. A welding mask. Creepy. Her hand had twitched at the sight of the man, instinct drawing it to the gun under her jacket--then it slowly dropped. Didn't want to spook the psycho. However, She had barely said hello when the crash of shattering glass filled the night air, and her gaze flickered to the runner just as he was upon her. Fear filled her eyes, but her body moved on instinct. She had been in real fights against living (but not for long) people--supers--so a zombie? Albeit a fast one? Blood splattered on her clothes as he fell in two pieces before her, both her hands on her polearm.
"Well shit," she gasped, the fear fading and adrenaline kicking in only after the kill. "You can kill me after we handle these guys, m'kay?" It was only then her foreign accent was obvious, not that it warranted much concern.
Lillah
Just the generators my ass, Lillah thought, as she carefully navigated the fleshy barricades. She avoided staring, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin and her knuckles turn white as she gripped the shotgun. Still, her face remained stone, somber. She walked into the hospital, lowering her boots quietly as she did. The hospital was oddly quiet despite the lights being on as she explored. She peeked around corners before going down them, and she would occasionally slip behind a closed door to get an inventory on potential supplies. Most places were pretty much untouched or in need of a passcode or electric pass to get in.
However she came upon a door only cracked open, its lock broken. Her perpetual scowl deepened and she slowly moved closer, peeking in...The room was of modest size...and empty. Nudging the door open further with her barrel, she found it was a place to keep various medications. Well, of course someone would break in here. But who? She stopped in the middle of turning back, and her gaze scanned the shelves carefully. Whatever she was searching for wasn't there, and she rolled her eyes before leaving the room to continue her venture.
With each room and hallway explored, it appeared this place was empty and she grew tired of having her guard up for nothing... So it lowered. And she turned a corner freely-- and saw a figure. A slow, lazy figure shuffling toward her. She jumped in surprise, gripping her gun with both hands again as she took aim. The bang bounced off the walls, making it seem even louder than the shotgun already was as she shot at him.
Vivian had used her last bullet to kill McCorpse; she kept the gun, of course, all she needed was some 9mm and she'd be set to use it again. And despite this, she wasn't worried. In her hand she carried a...street sign. Attached to a pole lighter than one that would keep it in the ground. She must have switched it out herself, and the layers of rope kept her art together. The street sign once said "WASHINGTON ST" but the edges have been sharpened, creating a post apocalyptic glaive for the young woman to use and only leaving "ashingto" readable--and barely. It was free of visible blood stains; she kept it clean.
Then she stopped. A welding mask. Creepy. Her hand had twitched at the sight of the man, instinct drawing it to the gun under her jacket--then it slowly dropped. Didn't want to spook the psycho. However, She had barely said hello when the crash of shattering glass filled the night air, and her gaze flickered to the runner just as he was upon her. Fear filled her eyes, but her body moved on instinct. She had been in real fights against living (but not for long) people--supers--so a zombie? Albeit a fast one? Blood splattered on her clothes as he fell in two pieces before her, both her hands on her polearm.
"Well shit," she gasped, the fear fading and adrenaline kicking in only after the kill. "You can kill me after we handle these guys, m'kay?" It was only then her foreign accent was obvious, not that it warranted much concern.
Lillah
Just the generators my ass, Lillah thought, as she carefully navigated the fleshy barricades. She avoided staring, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin and her knuckles turn white as she gripped the shotgun. Still, her face remained stone, somber. She walked into the hospital, lowering her boots quietly as she did. The hospital was oddly quiet despite the lights being on as she explored. She peeked around corners before going down them, and she would occasionally slip behind a closed door to get an inventory on potential supplies. Most places were pretty much untouched or in need of a passcode or electric pass to get in.
However she came upon a door only cracked open, its lock broken. Her perpetual scowl deepened and she slowly moved closer, peeking in...The room was of modest size...and empty. Nudging the door open further with her barrel, she found it was a place to keep various medications. Well, of course someone would break in here. But who? She stopped in the middle of turning back, and her gaze scanned the shelves carefully. Whatever she was searching for wasn't there, and she rolled her eyes before leaving the room to continue her venture.
With each room and hallway explored, it appeared this place was empty and she grew tired of having her guard up for nothing... So it lowered. And she turned a corner freely-- and saw a figure. A slow, lazy figure shuffling toward her. She jumped in surprise, gripping her gun with both hands again as she took aim. The bang bounced off the walls, making it seem even louder than the shotgun already was as she shot at him.
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