Remember Me's on my playlist too.
POSTED! So I guess Mark and Rachel are either going to bump into Michael and Florence, or Graham and Jason, not sure :<
Will wait for paige.
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The grocery store was empty, there was no point in any further scavenging, he was just burning valuable time- and energy. He will have to do with the expired milk. Mark looked back, the pickup halfway through the store, Rachel gasping in the distance by the dead body of the gas station's owner- Monty. He took out his wrench and walked out, feet steeping on empty bags of chips and empty cans of beer. The sky was turning purple, the sun was setting, the night approaching and slowly spreading its black cloak upon the skyline of Salt Lake City.
"Rachel, are you alright? Found anything useful on poor Monty?" He asked, a subtle chill in the air as the sun slowly faded behind the trees and buildings.
Rachel had a shiny thing in her hands, it was stained with blood. Mark inspected the logo on the key and figured it was the pickup's, things started to make a bit of sense. Or maybe got a bit too complicated- none of his current concerns.
"Keep those, we won't be moving that pickup anytime soon. Or throw it away, your call. It's almost dark, we need to head somewhere safer." Mark said, with a neutral tone, his anger faded a bit. He wasn't always this irate person, in fact he never was a person of fury and anger before he lost his wife weeks ago. It was more frustration, bit of desperation, than mere anger. As the night came closer to the city, the growling of the undead increased, the screams of the hungry, animated dead.
"Rachel, we will have to get to the city, we have better chances there than here. But you must understand, I am here to find my people, my relatives. My wif-- A person dear to me might be here. So as soon as we get to a safe place, as soon as I get you to safe shelter we will split up. I'm sorry, but I really have to find-- this person on my own. Make haste girl, the sun's setting." Mark said, he waited for Rachel to respond, his eyes on the horizon as she spoke.
Mark walked into the city, picking up pace, Rachel catching up to him. The two reached the first block of the city, it was quite a mess. Abandoned cars, burnt cars, and a lot of dead bodies. Headless remains of once human figures. Suddenly the attention of the two was captured by the approaching noise of shambling footsteps, lots of footsteps and growling. It was a sizable horde, a bloody big horde of hungry demons. Hungry undead. Hungry walkers. Mark quickly crouched behind one of the burnt cars and pulled Rachel close to him, he probably pulled her too hard.
"FUCK! It's a damn horde of them, one wrong mistake and we are done." Mark said, sweating, head boiling. He scanned around for an open space to run to, somewhere to hide. He spotted a clear way to an alleyway nearby, a couple blocks behind it was a remarkably tall building- Salt Lake City's tallest building. Mark looked at Rachel, she said something to him, he didn't catch her amid the approaching noise of the horde.
"Rachel, there, come on." Mark pointed at the alleyway as the two dashed for it, attracting a couple of the walkers leading the horde.
"Rachel, are you alright? Found anything useful on poor Monty?" He asked, a subtle chill in the air as the sun slowly faded behind the trees and buildings.
Rachel had a shiny thing in her hands, it was stained with blood. Mark inspected the logo on the key and figured it was the pickup's, things started to make a bit of sense. Or maybe got a bit too complicated- none of his current concerns.
"Keep those, we won't be moving that pickup anytime soon. Or throw it away, your call. It's almost dark, we need to head somewhere safer." Mark said, with a neutral tone, his anger faded a bit. He wasn't always this irate person, in fact he never was a person of fury and anger before he lost his wife weeks ago. It was more frustration, bit of desperation, than mere anger. As the night came closer to the city, the growling of the undead increased, the screams of the hungry, animated dead.
"Rachel, we will have to get to the city, we have better chances there than here. But you must understand, I am here to find my people, my relatives. My wif-- A person dear to me might be here. So as soon as we get to a safe place, as soon as I get you to safe shelter we will split up. I'm sorry, but I really have to find-- this person on my own. Make haste girl, the sun's setting." Mark said, he waited for Rachel to respond, his eyes on the horizon as she spoke.
Mark walked into the city, picking up pace, Rachel catching up to him. The two reached the first block of the city, it was quite a mess. Abandoned cars, burnt cars, and a lot of dead bodies. Headless remains of once human figures. Suddenly the attention of the two was captured by the approaching noise of shambling footsteps, lots of footsteps and growling. It was a sizable horde, a bloody big horde of hungry demons. Hungry undead. Hungry walkers. Mark quickly crouched behind one of the burnt cars and pulled Rachel close to him, he probably pulled her too hard.
"FUCK! It's a damn horde of them, one wrong mistake and we are done." Mark said, sweating, head boiling. He scanned around for an open space to run to, somewhere to hide. He spotted a clear way to an alleyway nearby, a couple blocks behind it was a remarkably tall building- Salt Lake City's tallest building. Mark looked at Rachel, she said something to him, he didn't catch her amid the approaching noise of the horde.
"Rachel, there, come on." Mark pointed at the alleyway as the two dashed for it, attracting a couple of the walkers leading the horde.
Awesome piece Larfleeze. (Draw Leeeeee)
So I been listening to my TWD playlist (mostly Clutch and Kari Kimmel) and I been reading the latest posts here, I couldn't help but get excited and decide to drop a post today. (I'm writing it now, should be up in an hour)
So I been listening to my TWD playlist (mostly Clutch and Kari Kimmel) and I been reading the latest posts here, I couldn't help but get excited and decide to drop a post today. (I'm writing it now, should be up in an hour)
Will start the RP thread on Saturday or Sunday, will PM you guys.
I'm still traveling, I will hopefully get a post on Saturday :)
Loving the 'coupling' between our group characters so far, feels real!
Loving the 'coupling' between our group characters so far, feels real!
Numerica said
Interested. Are you only allowing PC students, or would staff be allowed as well?
Apparently it would be nice to have everybody taking roles of students, to populate the RP with more student-centered drama and plots. But yeah, it is fine to have a second character (or just have it as your main character) as a staff. As soon as I get up the RP Thread and figure which staff positions are NPC, you can then go ahead and make a staff character.
What do you have in mind?
I'm quite interested in Florence, I am sensing an interaction, hmmm maybe soon enough, will see how things unfold.
Also Graham and Jason might either walk past Mark and Rachel, or interact with them, up to you guys.
Also Graham and Jason might either walk past Mark and Rachel, or interact with them, up to you guys.
It's been twelve years since the death of the dark lord on the very grounds of Hogwarts, the blood of the casualties still fresh between cracks of stone and dirt. There is a new headmaster at Hogwarts, new teachers, and new students to tell new stories in the aftermath of the dark lord's fall. It's been quiet and peaceful for the past few years, and no sign of trouble seems to be present, except for the usual rivalry of house Gryffindor and house Slytherin.
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Main feature: A month into the new school year at the prime school of wizardy, a student is contacted by a mysterious person claiming to be a Death-Eater, and is recruited to be the spy at Hogwarts for the Legacy of Lord Voldemort.
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staff listing here
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Hogwarts maps
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8-12 lectures
12-15 free hours
18 outdoors curfew
21 indoors curfew
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a note on the mechanism of day advancement
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rules rules rules
* spy will be contacted by pm...
*none of the books or tv students will be initially present at Hogwarts..
*basic knowledge of HP lore, terminology and history required blah blah
rules rules rules
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character sheet
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If interested post below, I will PM you once I put up the RP thread, gonna be in a week to two max.
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Main feature: A month into the new school year at the prime school of wizardy, a student is contacted by a mysterious person claiming to be a Death-Eater, and is recruited to be the spy at Hogwarts for the Legacy of Lord Voldemort.
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staff listing here
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Hogwarts maps
-
8-12 lectures
12-15 free hours
18 outdoors curfew
21 indoors curfew
-
a note on the mechanism of day advancement
-
rules rules rules
* spy will be contacted by pm...
*none of the books or tv students will be initially present at Hogwarts..
*basic knowledge of HP lore, terminology and history required blah blah
rules rules rules
-
character sheet
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If interested post below, I will PM you once I put up the RP thread, gonna be in a week to two max.
Sep I apologize, I won't be able to post for 3-4 days as I will be traveling IRL, I will be available again next Friday, I might be able to post during my travel but I can't promise.
I don't wanna drop out, I really am liking the direction and mood of this RP, also Star Wars DuH! Anyway if it would affect the story you can kill off my character, or I will just catch up once I am back again.
I don't wanna drop out, I really am liking the direction and mood of this RP, also Star Wars DuH! Anyway if it would affect the story you can kill off my character, or I will just catch up once I am back again.
The young girl seemed to utter more words than Mark could care to hear, but she seemed afraid and lost, uneven. Mark let out a brief sigh as his conscience kicked in and made him suppress his complaints, it was either he took this girl to a safer place or leave her here for dead. His wife wouldn't have wanted that. He turned his head leftwards as the two walked, he then let out one last sigh, and readied his wrench.
"Rachel would do for now. Rachel sounds good, I can work with that. Keep it down, I don't want us outnumbered by walkers and eaten. We will speak more when it is safe, move."
Dying while being thirsty, not an option, Mark thought. -Heh-. The two had almost reached the gas station, Mark pulled out his wrench and gestured Rachel to ready herself.
"Put that gun away kid, stick to the blade. We are near the city, god knows what a gunshot would attract."
They arrived at the gas station, it was abandoned. There was an old pickup truck that was halfway through the small grocery shop. Flat tires, some grass grew around them, this wasn't recent. There was a body laying on a chair just by the sign that said 'Monty's Corner, gas and chips'. Mark couldn't tell the facial features of the body, its head was blown open, somebody did this. The scene at the gas station was horrid, the place was probably looted, to the very last straw perhaps. Nevertheless it had to be searched, when you are thirsty you are desperate. Mark walked closer to Rachel and looked at her face for a moment. God.
"Rachel, I will go inside and check whatever is left, you stay here and keep my bac-- just stay here and watch out. You can look around Monty over there, check his pockets," Mark pointed at the body sitting in the chair, assumed it was Monty, "Be careful."
Watch my back. He almost said it, he almost relied on a stranger, he almost trusted a nobody. But it was just a kid. He was conflicted again. He took one last look at Rachel then slowly moved towards the pickup. Mark stayed careful as he moved closer to the pickup's door, the glass was broken, there was a dead body in the driver's seat. Brains all over the windshield, a neck hang in the air, the head was completely blown off. Shotgun. There were evidence of heavy firepower, the other door had its window completely broken, some gunshot holes in the leather that covered the door's interior. Mark looked around, there was nothing salvageable, only an old cassette tape that said "Moonlight Mixtape".
Mark walked into the store, it was Chaotic, and looted to the last bag of Doritos. There was absolutely nothing edible, or usable, or smokable. Mark let out an angry fit.
"GOD DAMN IT". His lungs felt heavy, his little cry didn't grab any undead attention, he wiped his lips and moves over to the broken fridge. Looted. Beer, looted. Water, looted. There was a carton of expired skimmed fat milk, Mark grabbed it and shoved it in his Jacket's pocket. He kept looking around for any expired trash.
"Rachel would do for now. Rachel sounds good, I can work with that. Keep it down, I don't want us outnumbered by walkers and eaten. We will speak more when it is safe, move."
Dying while being thirsty, not an option, Mark thought. -Heh-. The two had almost reached the gas station, Mark pulled out his wrench and gestured Rachel to ready herself.
"Put that gun away kid, stick to the blade. We are near the city, god knows what a gunshot would attract."
They arrived at the gas station, it was abandoned. There was an old pickup truck that was halfway through the small grocery shop. Flat tires, some grass grew around them, this wasn't recent. There was a body laying on a chair just by the sign that said 'Monty's Corner, gas and chips'. Mark couldn't tell the facial features of the body, its head was blown open, somebody did this. The scene at the gas station was horrid, the place was probably looted, to the very last straw perhaps. Nevertheless it had to be searched, when you are thirsty you are desperate. Mark walked closer to Rachel and looked at her face for a moment. God.
"Rachel, I will go inside and check whatever is left, you stay here and keep my bac-- just stay here and watch out. You can look around Monty over there, check his pockets," Mark pointed at the body sitting in the chair, assumed it was Monty, "Be careful."
Watch my back. He almost said it, he almost relied on a stranger, he almost trusted a nobody. But it was just a kid. He was conflicted again. He took one last look at Rachel then slowly moved towards the pickup. Mark stayed careful as he moved closer to the pickup's door, the glass was broken, there was a dead body in the driver's seat. Brains all over the windshield, a neck hang in the air, the head was completely blown off. Shotgun. There were evidence of heavy firepower, the other door had its window completely broken, some gunshot holes in the leather that covered the door's interior. Mark looked around, there was nothing salvageable, only an old cassette tape that said "Moonlight Mixtape".
Mark walked into the store, it was Chaotic, and looted to the last bag of Doritos. There was absolutely nothing edible, or usable, or smokable. Mark let out an angry fit.
"GOD DAMN IT". His lungs felt heavy, his little cry didn't grab any undead attention, he wiped his lips and moves over to the broken fridge. Looted. Beer, looted. Water, looted. There was a carton of expired skimmed fat milk, Mark grabbed it and shoved it in his Jacket's pocket. He kept looking around for any expired trash.
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