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Zombie Apocalypse RP - What would you want?

I vote NPC humans cause otherwise some of us are going to be lax on our character design and development.

@Marshall

Well people can be lazy with their characters anyway. But on that note, specifically, I love taking on antagonist-typed characters and I do not slack on character development. I'd be willing and I'd have fun with working with the GM and others to make a designated "bad" group for the main group to clash with (with characters just as well developed and diverse).

A Game of Love

Cori Woods

Cori had left Maine to do as he pleased, and she looked around at the others. People were already starting to get along and socialize, but none of them were very interested in her, it seemed. She had always struggled to make friends, and to see others clicking so easily sparked a twinge of jealousy in her. She wasn't aware of the fact that she was the only one here with a significant other, but even their first impressions of each other were less than friendly. Why couldn't it be easy? Good. I need to check out my cabin anyaway, she thought bitterly, turning sharply on her heel to approach one of the homes.

As she walked in, she removed her sunglasses to take a better look at the place before her. It had a colonial feel with stairs wrapping up through the center. It was lavishly furnished, and she recognized some of her favorite brands endorsed by her father's company. It was upon recognizing the Woods Stamp of Approval, however, that her dazed smile faded into a frown. And suddenly, the room warped like it was a glitch on a computer screen. Cori gasped, covering her lips with her hand as her sunglasses clattered to the floor. The image flickered to something much less personal: it was suddenly a contemporary styled home, its furniture and appliances minimalist and neutral in colors. However, in the strange switch, Cori could have sworn she saw Dracko's much smaller but comforting apartment.

Cori Woods leaned over to pick up her sunglasses before slowly walking further into the home. Her gaze lingered on a door to the side and she instinctively knew there was a garage beyond. Her heels clicked loudly in the empty home, echoing with power. As she stepped into the bedroom, she was a little surprised but the design was beautiful and practical. There was nothing personal to be found: a small shelf for books, but there was no personality despite the beauty. "Wow," she sighed, dropping onto the bed to pull back the comfortable. Silk sheets, she thought, her fingers running along the smooth fabric.

Maybe Neverland wouldn't be so bad.

Empowered!!! (Closed)!

Thursday

Cori Woods

The US Government had began its plan of action against Empowered. With Agent Woods' initiative after the Storm, they already had a working list of potential superhumans when the order was executed, known as the Aegis Initiative. Cori oversaw the operations in Georgia and was in constant communication with other leaders nationwide, acting as an advisor. It was stuffy work, and she spent a lot of time on the phone or exchanging e-mails. The stress was weighing on her, too, and she smoked a little more everyday. When things did slow down, her thoughts wandered to Kieran; she had set him up to work against Coalition, generous with resources and information. But beyond, that she did her best to avoid him, and that meant her slow days pushed her out into the shooting range or the field.

Most recently, she had watched through a scope as her men approached a suspected Empowered in the park. Luckily, her her interferance hadn't been necessary and they managed to subdue and detain the suspect. Usually in those moments, she swelled with pride for her fellow operatives, but she found herself feeling anxious to be involved hands on. Her most direct lead, Jace Williams, had fled the state in light of the violence he caused. She stayed alert for reports on his whereabouts, but it seemed he wasn't a complete idiot. There was also the Harley Quinn impersonater, who was annoyingly elusive for her men. And Cori wasn't in the position to dive head first into a case herself, especially with Coalition always on her mind. She still didn't fully understand their goal, but she was certain they needed to be eliminated. This whole mess was their doing.

In the current moment, Cori was on lunch break. It was her first time eating lunch in the park since the Storm, though her food--a healthy chicken wrap and a bottle of water--sat mostly untouched beside her on the bench. Instead, her attention was on her phone, eyes narrowed at the screen. The public had surely but slowly gathered what was happening. As expected, there was a bit of a split on its opinion: Cori scolled through articles and videos both condemning Empowered for putting the public at risk and the US government for violating citizen right. She sighed and slipped the phone away to resume eating. You're on break, Woods, she thought. Chill.

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Ariana Morales

As promised to Luke, Ariana had been focused on helping prove Tamara's innocence. He had dropped thirty grand to release her, but that didn't make her non-guilty in the eyes of the public or the government. And that government had beat Ariana to outted Emopowered and while her pride was injured, she was furious at the injustice carried out against them. Luke was innocent and was only using his powers for good! Sure, there were crazies like Jace or the Harley Quinn wannabe that action needed to be taken against, but Ariana understood that anyone could be a target if they were even suspected of being superhuman.

Her anger had already fueled a few clickbait articles denouncing the US Government--it's what paid for her food too--but her time had been focused on Tamara and Luke. It had taken a few days, but she found the evidence via...questionable means. But it would be a start. The document she had together outlined any shootings in the Atlanta area since the storm then grouped them in a variety of ways: companies that donated to certain charities, type of establishment, how well the companies treated their workers. And the McDonald's "Tamara" shot up only matched one other shooting in an interesting way. Both the recent shooting at Dunkin Donuts and McDonald's was carried out by a female assailant and targetted employees alone.

The document read on in search of a single person who may be connected to both. It was difficult because employee history is technically supposed to be confidential under HR, but Ariana was persistant. She had visited both places under the guise as a potential employee. Both were hurting for employees after the, well, mass murders and Ariana worked fast: two "interviews" in two days, both shamelessly used to steal employee records. And one name--of the survivors--could be connected to both: Elliot Burrows.

She copied and pasted his name at the end of the document, staring in disbelief. She had never felt so accomplished. The local police could have done better, of course, if she went to them with the information. But she didn't trust them and Jace had fucked up the station anyway. So with that, she pulled her phone and quickly tapped a message to Luke. "i have a name!! we should visit tams neighbor!! come get me @ the hotel."

Maybe it wasn't smart to confront a potential Empowered who had murdered serveral people via innocent young women. But doing things by the book was too slow. The government was complacent and rather go after innocent Empowered. Ariana's resolve to find and expose the truth--especially for the good of Tamara and Carrie--wouldn't allow her to sit around and wait.

A Game of Love

Cori Woods

Ignorant to the magic happening on her way to the university, Cori arrived at her classroom ten minutes before class was ready to start: it was unfashionable to be too early, but she was an excellent student. She took a seat beside a friend, and the two fell into an easy, light conversation that started as small talk and escalated into gossip then fell back into school work. As it went on, it was clear that Cori was leading it, the topic changing at her whim. Not at all did she give any hints to her arranged marriage or the emotional distraught she felt over it--it wouldn't be a problem. Though when her friend mentioned last night's reading, Cori tensed and took off her sunglasses to cock an eyebrow at her. Hesitantly, she asked, "R-reading?" All she could remember from the night before was the screaming she did at home...and at Dracko's apartment.

"Oh, Cori," she said reassuringly, "Don't even worry about it. I'll catch you up. It happens to the best of us, clearly."

She was thankful, but the smile she returned was the fakest anyone had ever seen. Cori hated feeling incompetent; if she couldn't even keep up on reading a few dozen pages every day, could she handle anything? She opened her mouth to decline the kind offer and--

Poof!

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Cori looked up and around at the sudden change in scenery, squinting against the natural light. The grass under her fingers might have been soft if she had chosen to be here, but she only felt disoriented. She heard the giggles before she saw the people standing around her and she felt her face warm in embarrassment. Quickly, the young woman stood and brushed herself off, glancing from person to person. They seemed to be in as much of a state of wonder as she was, probably more-so. She squinted at someone she at least recognized, though everyone standing in the circle may have. "Hey, what's going on?" she asked, lightly patting his shoulder for attention. If Nicolas Jensen was here, maybe it was one of those stupid prank shows. Though as she looked around the beautiful forest, she didn't find cameras.

Her eyes widened at the fairies and she realized it hadn't been the people around her laughing and squeaking. When one confronted the group and called herself Nereia, Cori could only stare, dumbfounded. She heard the words, but nothing was making sense. I'm dreaming, she decided in her head. It would be the only explanation, especially since the faces among her were entirely random save for one famous actor that she barely knew.

A Game of Love

I did too, but since she's encouraging character interaction, well, there only one way to go about that lol.

A Game of Love

Kyrisse did say we can post as much as we want and interact.

A Game of Love

Enter: Cori Woods

Her current relationship had grown serious enough that Cori had insisted he meet her parents. However, her father was stiff and her mother perceptive, and neither them approved. At first, they had dropped hints, suddenly quite vocal about their opinions on hair dye and tattoos. Cori would make a point to ignore it: a Woods was nothing if not graceful, even against criticism. But that grew difficult. The convenient opinions turned into blatant complaints about Dracko and the criticism's scope had grown to a point where the problem wasn't only who she chose to date, but also the classes she took at college. "Why are you taking so many criminal justice classes? What about arts? What about business?" The questions had always made Cori grow anxious, and she would dodge them. Ever since entering college, Cori had spent less and less time with her parents because of the stress.

Then, the floor fell out beneath her feet. "I'm too busy to have to worry about your future," her father had said. "So your mother and I are stepping in." And by "stepping in," he meant arranging a marriage. They couldn't step into her education, as Cori began taking advantage of the university's laws and policies giving her full control and privacy in her classes as an adult, but they could step in and protect their daughter from some thug. Cori argued and cried and complained and fought and whined, but her parents--who usually spoil her to the point where she has more material possessions than she knows what to do with--did not relent. "Change your major and we'll rethink it." And that emotional tornado had happened only last night.

That morning, she stirred beside the boyfriend in question and opened her red eyes to watch him, sadly. She still hadn't told him about what exactly her and her parents fought about, and she was a little anxious about doing so. Dracko was...passionate, and the last thing she needed was for him to confront her parents himself. Cori sighed, feeling heavy again as she watched him sleep. He was crazy handsome, and it made Cori self conscious to stand next to him: she was perfectly thin because she ate right and worked out, but she was scary pale and--without makeup--almost looked sick. But, he insisted she was beautiful, and it made her feel good. Cori sighed and left the bed naked and retrieved her overnight bag before disappearing into Dracko's bathroom.

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When she finally emerged, the aroma of a fresh breakfast hung in the air of the apartment and she found the bed empty. She carefully stepped around his discarded underwear, a guitar with a missing string, a pair of handcuffs too fuzzy to be standard issue, an earring-- Oops, she realized as she felt her ears. She picked up the diamond to put it on before continuing out of the messy bedroom. "Smells delicious," she complimented as she entered the kitchen. Her eyes lingered on the line where his sweatpants and skin met as she stepped around him to pour herself coffee. It wasn't fair that men had muscles like that.

"I burnt the first batch of bacon," he grumbled, green eyes watching a pancake as he flipped it. He was a few years older than Cori, and a better cook. Cori wasn't a good cook.

She sipped the coffee and leaned back on the counter, watching him. She could sense he was still waking up, but her mind had been racing for an hour. Cori would have to tell him sooner than later, but she found herself at a loss for words. This wasn't a typical problem, and he was already acted so jealous around other guys. Plus, she couldn't quite believe it was happening either. She didn't even think to ask who the groom-not-to-be was--she didn't care. It wasn't going to happen. She sighed and stole a piece of bacon as she stepped by him again. "Is it almost ready? I gotta get to class," she said.

"Fuck class, you're smart enough already," he said teasingly as he glanced to her. He took a double take and his gaze lingered on the hem of her skirt, his voice low when he spoke again. "And... if you don't go to class, I have some fun in mind."

Cori rolled her eyes, but she could feel her cheeks warm. "I can't slack off. My parents are on my ass enough." she complained, looking down to sip her coffee. Now would be a good time to discuss the situation, but Dracko had other plans.

"Yeah, well, fuck them, too," he said, stepping closer to rest a hand at her waist and pulled her closer. She felt his warm breath at her neck, and her blush deepened as his lips brushed against her skin. She had to awkwardly hold her coffee aloft as his other hand ran up her thigh.

"You're gonna spill my coffee!" she whined as he pressed into her, but she bit her lip to keep from smiling. She didn't protest further and managed to reach the counter to set her coffee down. The sizzle on the pan was accompanied by giggles and gasps as the two embraced-- and then a whoosh. Cori screamed.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed and scrambled around the kitchen to find a towel to throw over the fire, hissing in pain as he struggled to put it out.

"Are you okay? Is it out?" Cori asked. She had stepped back and out of the kitchen, watching from under the door frame. He had successfully put out the fire, but it looked like he burned his batch of pancakes now. She watched and suddenly felt self conscious: her hair was a mess, her skirt crooked, and her red lipstick smeared. She cleared her throat and peered into a mirror as she fixed herself up.

He sighed, irritation lacing his grumbles. "What the fuck ever."

"Nice job, Chef Ramsey," she teased, approaching to reclaim her coffee. He shot her a glare, grabbed his bacon, and sat at the table in defeat to eat his breakfast without panacakes. "Also I do really need to go, so I'll see you." With that, she trotted out of the apartment. Usually, she would arrive at school in her sleek black Ashton Martin. However, Dracko lived close enough that she could walk by crossing the park. So she went, heels clicking against the pavement and sunglasses hiding her gaze from the sun.

A Game of Love

Eagerly awaiting character number 12.

A Game of Love

We're waiting on one more player.

Empowered!!! (Closed)!

I posted as much in the Chatzy, but just to reiterate in a place that won't be spammed by chat sooner than later lol: for timeline purposes, I think the heist is happening on Sunday--midday or evening or whatever, Idk. It's up to y'all. But Sat is full for Kieran, at least, so the prep can happen sat, but not the actual heist. I mean it can, but things will start clashing at that point lol. Y'all can decide what time on Sunday. Just wanted to confirm the time of day for the heist.