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Having gotten the text, Zack doesn't even bother to respond. He's too excited to meet some people. He grabs his keys, checks his wallet quickly and jumps in his jeep. He turns the key and nothing happens. Zack rests his head on the steering wheel. "Come on, baby." He turns the key and the engine starts. "Oh thank god."

Zack drives to the plaza. He knew where it was but hadn't gone inside it. After finding a parking space, Zack walks towards the entrance, suddenly his stomach starts to churn and he realizes how nervous he is. He had never met any of the people in the group except Lyn, and he had never seen her when she wasn't serving drinks to people. Well he was already here so there was no going back.

After a few minutes, Zack finds Lyn and another girl together looking at sleeping bags.

"Lyn? Hi how are you?" He turns to Harper, smiles and stretches out his hand, "Hi, I'm Zack."
Doesn't exactly bode well, huh?
You rang?
Zack stands near the door to his room. He still hadn't unpacked all of his stuff yet. He had developed a depressing habit of never fully unpacking because he would just have to pack it all up again for yet another move. But hopefully this was going to be the last stop.

He looks at his pack laying on the bed. He had all his clothes packed but now he needed to figure out what else's he would need. If he were camping back in the states he could probably guess but this is the frigan outback. He starts thinking about what animals they might encounter. And as is usually the case with Zack he starts thinking about what Australian animals he would be most afraid to fight. Zack starts laughing out loud as he comes to the conclusion it would be a kangaroo only because, according to all the cartoons, they were ferocious boxers.

"I need help" he sighs as he starts searching through one of his unpacked boxes for his football. Maybe he can teach this kids a little something about American football. Then it occurs to him, "maybe they have football here." He puts the ball down and goes to his laptop to find out if they do.
Zack leaned under the hood of his jeep. The sun beating down on his back and the sweat dripping off his head. His T-shirt soaked. The only problem he's found with this place so far is the sun is too damn strong. And since Zack is "PIB" or "Pale Irish Boy" he can't do a lot with his shirt off. So he needs to suffer through it.

He reaches down behind the radiator with a socket wrench. As he begins pushing down on the wrench, his phone, sitting on the corner of the of the jeep, starts to vibrate. The noise startles Zack. His hand slips off the wrench and slams off the radiator.

"Son of a" He yells.

Zack pulls his hand out and starts to grumble as he picks his phone and sees "one new text message". Zack stops grumbling immediately, curious about who is texting him.

He reads Lyn's message and smiles. This is his in. If he can make some friends before school starts then this could be a great year!

"Can't wait! See you soon." He texts back.

This is gonna be awesome.

He decides that he needs to get his jeep ready for the trip and gets back to work under the hood.
Tim limps into the mall through the loading dock, and heads directly towards the food court. “This is a terrible idea” he thinks to himself, “oh well, I guess I should get it over with.” As he turns the corner near the food court, he sees a backpack lying in the out in the open. “Oh come on” he mumbles under his breath. There’s no way someone would leave that behind. He pulls his rifle up, and looks through his scope, preparing to fire. There has to be someone around here…or at least what’s left of someone, but his stomach ached, and he knew that every little bit would help.

As he steps slowly towards the bag he scans each storefront carefully, looking for anything out of place. He completes a full circle, but doesn’t see anything. This isn’t right. As he steps up to the bag he hears a noise behind him.

He closes his eyes, and says “Shit.”

He lets go of his gun with his left hand and holds his rifle in the air with just his right. He slowly turns around, gun pointed up with his finger off the trigger, knowing what he just walked into.
akela said (by the way, I know nothing about Australia and while I'm very happy to do my research, being specific on things like weather and letting me know if I...I don't know, somehow say something incorrect about the place would be super helpful! )


Vicier said
Actually living in Australia, I'll help with weather and settings and stuff hun, and akela, your character is accepted.


I was going to say the same thing, Akela. So that's a relief we have an expert to correct us.
Sounds good to me. Can't wait!

Not gonna lie, I watched the movie last night to get pumped up for it.
Has anyone else mentioned doing a CS to you?
Vicier said
Love it, completely accepted. :3


I was a little nervous about it. Thank you.
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