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9 yrs ago
I'm gonna be away a couple days. I'll reply when I can.
9 yrs ago
Why can't we be friends?
9 yrs ago
OOOK OOOK OOK OOK

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I'm curious. Are there elves?
I can throw a post up, sure.

edit: I've already posted since your last post, silly.
idk man
That made me giggle.
I'm sure Dawn'd let ya post anyway despite you being a tad late. o:
Slowly, Kellan made his way into the new room, jumping in surprise as his collar spoke to him. "You are now entering a non-combat area. Even after the first six hours of the game have passed, this area will keep a non-combat designation." Was droned out in a feminine computerized voice. "Wow, really?..." He began in response before realizing he was talking to an explosive collar. The man shook his head at himself and sighed, beginning to explore the area he'd found himself in.

"I'll have to remember to sleep in here..." The man muttered to himself as he looked underneath the couches to his left and within the cushions for anything interesting. After the disappointment or excitement of finding something cool, useless, or nothing at all he began walking towards the second door further into the room. Slowly, he grabbed the doorknob and opened the door, peering inside before he entered.
Alright, I'm awake now and I'm starting on my post... Post-haste. Hehehehe.
Hmn, I'll just have to change Carter's bio a wee bit then.
'La pourriture...' Carter thought, smirking as he limped his way slowly out of the bank ahead of them. "Well, that's one way to describe the sme..." He was cut off by the ominous creaking from above and behind him and just as he turned to look, the second floor collapsed in the center of the room, dividing the small group of survivors. "SON OF A B-..." The old colonel cut himself off, exhaled to calm his nerves, and leaned back on the wall next to the doorway out as he brought his weapon up. He closed his left eye, shifting his weapon from 'safe' to 'burst' as he took aim.

While Tzofia dealt with the few able to stand near her, quite a few were crawling from under the rubble, moaning and reaching for the nearest hunk of living flesh. Carter picked off the stragglers if they got too close to his comrades, quickly depleting most of his clip. Moments later, Greg grabbed him and Carter quickly stood up off of the wall, switching his weapon to auto as he did so. "Finally time to go?" He joked, groaning with each step he took. When they got out into the Alley, the colonel turned his head and rose his weapon again, firing his last 12 rounds into the crowd slightly to Tzofia's side. Didn't wanna fire at what was directly between them, he could hit her.

'Coming pretty girl?'

Carter couldn't help but snicker darkly at the comment as he swapped out his magazine, quickly taking aim to assist her in her escape if needed. She handled herself quite effectively though, quickly barricading the undead within the bank after she'd gotten out. As the three stood there in their momentary 'vacation', Tzofia asked Greg if he knew where to go next, getting another chuckle from the Colonel with her sassy response. "You two remind me of me and my wife..."
I thoroughly enjoyed that post... And I will do my own post when I'm sober in the morning.

Edit: As a secondary thought... Would it be acceptable for me to bring Carter's son into the rp? If so I'll whip up a cs... And if I believe the time is right, I shall bring him in.

Second edit: Ha... Nyantank... I must respect that.
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