MisterMonkeyFace

The Rising Tide

I feel kinda bad about this, especially after saying I wouldn't vanish, but it seems like you've got plenty of new people and I just don't think I'm cut out for this one. Everyone else's posts are about 3 times longer than mine, and I'd rather improve before I'm put in with this calibre of writing.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Alright, I got my post up. Been a lil' busy. Sorry.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Nick nodded and smiled before he split off, letting the bat lean back on his shoulder in a relaxed position once more. He looked back and gestured for the other two, cracking his neck as he turned just slightly to make sure the others were with him. "Let's go crack some skulls." The young man muttered, snickering to himself while he made his way to the targeted home. After a few minutes of walking, he was peering in the windows, checking for infected. While he couldn't see any in the dim home, there was no real way to be sure. Slowly, he made his way to the door and then waited for Annie, Emilie, and Cameron to be ready.

Marc griped his spear firmly and continued forward, keeping pace on Andrew's side, opposite the other man's wife. He inhaled slowly and looked to the left, watching his brother for a moment before returning his attention to what lay ahead. Couldn't worry about Nick right now, now could he? Little busy for that.

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I'm really starting to feel out of my league here... Ya'll sure ya want me 'round?

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

"If we're worried about not being welcome, we shouldn't be taking the road then..." Marc muttered, stepping forward to spear the infected on the ground as they passed by. It made a small gurgling sound, before it stopped its thrashing and went still. He pointed forward, gesturing to each side of the small suburban area. "We can split off into our groups now... Use the road passing through town as a rendezvous point later after we've done a little more scouting. That is... If we want to take a slight increase on the risk of infected attack and lower our chances of being gunned down by someone very paranoid or bandits..." He sighed then, not really sure which he'd do to be honest, more than likely just speed up. He didn't much like the idea of going out in the tall grass, but options were options and every choice should be considered.

Nick had slowed back down by Cameron and Annie, and turned his head when she yelled, scowling. "Be quiet... You really think yelling is a good idea Annie?...." The young man scolded, turning his attention forward once again. Maybe he was a bit headstrong and rushed into things, but he knew what to do to stay on the down low.

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"Hi, my name is Jacob Royce, and I'm from West Virginia in America. I like stuff with computers, reading books on magic and I'm... Kinda quiet I guess." Jacob stood in front of a highschool class, finishing with the usual forced introduction in front of a silent and mostly disinterested class of students. The short young man stood just a little nervously in the front, running a single hand through his short black hair as the teacher tapped a pen on his desk.

"Alright class, does anyone have questions for mister Royce?" He spoke in a clear tone, scanning the teenagers beyond him slowly before continuing. "If there aren't any questions, take your seat in the back mister Royce, we're all very excited to have you with us today."

Jacob nodded and said, "Thank you Mr. Sato." Before he walked to his seat and sat down with a little sigh. He opened the book he was instructed to get out, a small writing pad beside it for jotting down thoughts and the occasional line of poetry. The class passed uneventfully and Jacob got up when the bell rang, walking to his locker where his 'neighbors' were already waiting. The small crowd stood, accessing their own lockers or talking with friends. He crouched and got into his locker, quickly finished his business within and stood. However, when he turned to go he bumped into someone and was immediately shoved into the nearby locker as someone laughed.

"Watch where you're going small fry." A tall young man stood in front of him, arms crossed and a smirk painted across his face.

"Uh, sorry..." Jacob muttered, glaring at the boy before he turned to leave. The other's hand flashed out, striking the locker in front of Jacob to bar his exit.

"I don't think I like your tone..." He mocked, leaning in close to Jacob's face. "Apologize again."

"Come on, leave the new kid alone!" Someone spoke up, but nobody stepped forward to actually help Jacob, so of course it had no effect.

Jacob however just glared at the other kid, his gaze even and annoyed. "I already apologized. You can go fuck yourself."

The bully laughed for a second before he backed up off of his victim. "Alright... I'll remember that..."

Jacob watched him go and sighed, shaking his head as he left the school.

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I'm sorry I haven't gotten my post up yet. I had some shit to do with work, but I've got tomorrow off so it'll be up tonight!

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I'm gonna be givin' your poet slot a chance. Don't shoot me in the face if I don't live up to expectations though, please. I'll give'er my best shot.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Nah. I'd love to get it, from a lot of the reviews I've read I'm better off waiting til it's finished or not at all.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Concussion... Were you teasing rhinos again? Or playing tag with Kronk?