Nymphadora23

The Fog

Yeah, a character sheet would be preferable in all honesty-

Anyone up for a case of the Feels?

This was a few days ago but I'm always down for feels. Though I don't really have many ideas-- inspiration usually comes to me as I'm doing the plot itself. But I do like the ideas you have there. Maybe if you're still looking we could work out a more concrete plot?

roleplay

I think if you want to garner interest, you'd have to actually write something up. It sounds to me you're looking for more 1x1 so my suggestions would be to write up an intro, list those ideas, mention you're open for other ideas, mention your pairing preference (MxM, MxF, FxF, ect) and post it in the 1x1 section on the Guild. If you're looking for a group RP, I'd suggest developing one of those ideas first and writing an introduction of what the situation is, what types of characters you'd be looking for, basically what people would need to know in order to join up. Hope this helped. C:

The Fog

If you're still looking, I'd be interested in doing this.

Corpse Party: A Realm Betwixt

Not sure if you're still looking or anything but this looks cool.

Highschool of the Undead

"My coat and my bag, mostly." I said, glancing at the polished metal beneath us. When this whole thing started, my first thought had been to flee the school. I had grabbed my coat and bag from my locker, but found my exit trapped. I had never put it back, and it now lay in the cold shaft I now called 'home'; my coat a blanket, my bag a pillow. "What food I could pilfer from the vending machines... Not a lot."

Often when I was alone at night, listening to the scattered moans of my fellow students, I would wonder why I was still alive. Sure, I never had grandiose ambitions. My image of the perfect mate is vague, thoughts on what my perfect life would be rare. However, I wasn't without a will to live. But here, I had to accept facts. I was strong, but not strong enough to fare in a zombie apocalypse on my own. Besides, what world could be waiting for me? Did this ever have an end? I could die on my own terms, with my own demons settled as much as I could. I could write a note, get out all of the bitter feelings I held inside towards Jaclyn, towards my family, and find my own consolation in that whoever read it would know that I existed. My body would not become another Jane Doe or be mutilated by one of those beings. I could rot peacefully in this shaft as someone I had always been; one face in a crowd of millions. One victim among the bodies of dozens.

But I would hesitate, the hammer at my temple and realize that even then I did not have the guts to take my own life. It was not that I was torn between living; either way I would die, right? But I was afraid of what awaited me in death. The gaping unknown before me that was as close as a twitch of my hand managed to close my throat with silent sobs. Weak, yes, but I knew that already. And inwardly I thought of why anyone would think the self-deprecation of yourself would be something to desire. Thinking this did not make me feel better, it did not normalize it for me. It was a simple acceptance of facts; my death would be caused when I could no longer stop it. No amount of saying it to the next living person would make that better. Even in the face if what seemed like at times my only friend, I knew that she would be unable to offer help, even if she were experiencing the same cowardice I was, just as I would be unable to help her. It was something unable to be healed.

"Did you do better than me?" I asked, keeping such grim thoughts to the back of my mind. Letting yourself get wreaked with hopelessness and despair. If not for the sake of living but for the sake of sanity. "I haven't seen much, but I've avoided classrooms. They seem like death traps to me."

Highschool of the Undead

I sighed, my sole hope faltering a little at her confirmation. But then again, didn't I already know this? It was doubtful more than perhaps two people could sit comfortably here in such a cramped place, and though the darkness hid most of Leah's features in a shadow, I could see the expression in her eyes. It mirrored my own when I would look at myself with my phone's camera. We were exhausted, upset.

I began to crawl towards her, not wanting to just stare at a hazy shadow, not wanting my memory of our reunion to be of just staring at a darkened figure. "I've seen the same." I admitted grimly, slowing when I could see her a little more. The sight of her was comforting at least, though my grimace couldn't be wiped off my face from this alone. "Well, I doubt we can live for very long." I admitted, setting my hammer down. "We could survive here for awhile if we were careful to avoid as much contact with those things as possible, but we'll eventually run out of food. We'd either have to leave here or accept our demise."

Highschool of the Undead

The word alive never seemed to taste so sweet before. I had been torn before, flitting between the desperate hope that someone had managed to survive here and chiding myself for thinking it was possible. The fact that it had been my constant companion seemed to further stick the words to my throat, and for a brief moment I wondered just what else could be possible. Jaclyn and Kayla alive? My family? Well, if Leah was here, perhaps the former would not be so unlikely.

I swallowed thickly in the silence, and for a moment I feared we'd be stuck mute forever from the shock of seeing each other. What was one to say when it seemed the past had come back to life? I shook my head, opening my mouth to attempt to unstick whatever words had stopped up in my throat, but was saved the pressure of speaking first by her voice. A wide smile cracked my face. "I could say the same for you." I said, ignoring how cracked my voice sounded to my own ears. Hers sounded just as, probably from lack of use.

The smile faded a bit at her questions and I shifted, trying to stretch in the small space of the air duct. "The elevator shaft." I said, moving to run a hand through my matted hair. "I managed to pry it open and I've been hiding out there." I paused, allowing time to carefully phrase my words. "I assume the same way you have. Avoiding the dead, stealing what food I can find, but..." Another pause, biting the inside of my cheek. "I haven't seen anyone else." It felt like a bitter phrase, quelling the joy I had felt but I ignored it. I had found one live person, surely there would be more. It was plausible.

Highschool of the Undead

I pursed my lips, not moving from my spot as I listened to the advancing thunks. She had uttered my name as well, assured me it was her, did that throw more evidence into the fact that she was truly who she said she was? It should. But I found my limbs stuck, unable to move as I struggled to process the fact that someone else was alive. Alive, not one of those things.

"I sure hope so." I said with a weak laugh, joy overriding my caution. Even if it wasn't her, it would just mean no one was there. I had no one to be embarrassed of if they witnessed myself crawling to an empty space. So I eventually began to move, approaching the approaching noises and trying not to rush. I let my the hand holding the hammer assist me, no longer concerned about making too much noise. Why should I, when it was possible my friend was alive?

When I grew close enough to see her I paused, squinting in the dim lighting and taking in the sight of her. Yes, she was most certainly alive and not my imagination. There actually existed another person here.

Highschool of the Undead

I internally winced at each clatter my hammer made against the metal, and after a while I ended simply raising the hand holding it and awkwardly crawling along with three hands and knees instead of four. It was a lot more stealthy, anyways, and the need to be stealthy could very well be needed. What if I encountered one of them, who had somehow found their way in here? Or perhaps another human, so insane from isolation they'd kill me? ...Well, perhaps that wasn't likely. I must have consumed too much zombie apocalypse media.

Still, the need to be cautious felt better than just simply clattering around without a care. I had survived this long, it would be a shame for a simple mistake like that to be my end.

My somewhat scattered thoughts froze, hearing a voice reverberate along the metal walls of the vent. I could feel my blood go cold, recognizing that voice immediately to be one of my friends. My shoulders shook with anticipation as my thoughts spiraled. Could she actually be here, alive and well? Was she with the others? Or was she simply a figment of my imagination? Had I gone mad?

Regardless, I called out, perhaps without thinking things through. "Leah?" If it was truly her, I didn't want my caution to get in the way of finding someone alive in this place. If not, then I would simply accept the fact I've gone mad and attempt to shake myself into sanity. Surely it was a win-win situation, no matter the choice.